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Volume XIII Plymouth, Mass., June, 1934 No.
Published this year as a Senior Year Book
1933 The Pilgrim Staff 1934
Editor-in-Chief _•_._.. Florence Armstrong
Associate Editor ---------- Shirley Dutton
Literary Editor - Lucy Holmes
Assistant Literary Editor Marion McGinnis
Business Manager - Gilbert Andrews
Assistant Business Manager William Brewster
Boys' Athletics _,_-_- Francis Lavache
Girls' Athletics - - Augusta Cappella
Art - Maxine Russell
Exchange Editor - Leroy Schreiber
Assistant Exchange Editor William Pearson
French Editor _■___. Laura Lamborghini
Latin Editor ----------- Charles Cooper
Alumni Editor Jeannette Martin
Joke Editor - - William MacPhail
Assistant Joke Editor - - - Harvey Barkc
School News Editor -------- Marjoric Belcher
Assistant School News Editor ------- Alba Martinelli
„ _ ,. (Robert Martin
Feature Editors - ^Eleanor Bradford
Freshman Editor - Mary Bodell
TABLE OF CONTENTS
History of Class of 1934-------------- 4
Random Shafts ----------------- 5
Last Will and Testament -------------- 16
Class of '34 Movie Review -------------- 17
Class Prophecy ----------------- 17
Feature Column ----------------- 20
Class Poem ------------------ 23
Slants on Steniors ----------------- 24
Trebor the Great ----------------- 24
"The Cathedral Clock" --------------- 26
Class Song ------------------- 27
Pestilential Personals ---------------- 27
"The Trysting Place" --------------- 28
Boy, Page Mr. Boston --------------- 29
Precious Treasures ---------------- 30
Just Things ------------------ 30
Contrast ------------------- 30
Catastrophe ------------------ 31
Tricky Advertisements --------------- 31
A Deserted Street ----------------- 32
The Power and the Glory -------------- 32
The Old Well ------------------ 33
Sophomore Poetry Page --------------- 34
The Truth Will Out --------------- - 35
Weep Some More, My Lady! -------------- 3 6
Is This the End? ----------------- 3 6
Glimpses of Tragedy ---------------- 36
Oh, Henry! ------------------ 38
Take a Tuck in Time ---------------- 39
A Plea -------------------- 39
Letters We Never Wrote -------------- 39
Slips That Pass in the Study Hall ------------ 40
The Story of the Old Man -------------- 40
Eulogy for Sam ----------------- 41
The Day's End ----------------- 41
A Little Boy Speaks ---------------- 41
To the Tower of Learning -------------- 42
Destinies ------------------- 42
A Short Story's Short Story -------------- 42
Under the White Cupola ----------------- 43
Alumni Notes -------------------- 44
Athletics ---------------------- 46
French -------------------- 50
Latin -------------------- 51
Exchanges --------------------- 53
Jokes ----------------------- 57
(Muzz of 1934
TN sincere appreciation of the time
A and work she has put into the pub-
lication of "The Pilgrim" in this and
former years, we hereby dedicate this
issue to Mrs. Carl Raymond, our
faculty advisor and teacher of Senior
Class of 1934
Plymouth High School
President Lawrence Michael Bongiovanni
Vice-President William Souther Brewster
Secretary Florence Catherine Armstrong
Treasurer Marion Zandi
Yale Blue and Silver
Ad astra per aspera — To the stars through difficulties
History of the Class of 1934
THAT demon, circumstance, was a
prime factor in our struggles toward
Commencement Day. Most of us en-
tered this world during 1915 or '16 at
a time when there raged a war which
doubtless eclipsed, to some extent, the
importance of the various "blessed
events." Simple arithmetic, therefore,
will show that we began our four-year
war to banish Ignorance in 1930 when
shekels were scarce and ways of get-
ting them scarcer.
Energetic Freshmen that we were
however, we proceeded to show the
town, (and the world), that there was
still money lying around for those who
had the eyes to see it, by successfully
engineering two dances, one at the
Plymouth Country Club, the other at
Memorial Hall. During this school
year one of our number, Shirley Dut-
ton, wrote the school song which has
been used ever since. It was at this
time that we had the misfortune to lose
one of our classmates, Edward White,
who, after a brave fight, fell victim to
Sophomores! A word which might
dampen the ardor of many a second-
year man. Yet when lack of funds
threatened discontinuance of The Pil-
grim, it was the Sophomers who took
the honors in getting advertising to
meet expenses. The prize-winners
were Ruth Buttner, Jeannette Martin,
Shirley Dutton, and Gilbert Andrews.
In our Junior year many events took
place in which we had an active inter-
est. Our Junior Prom was a definite
social success, while another Gilbert
and Sullivan operetta, "The Pirates of
Penzance," was presented with many
Juniors in the cast. It is interesting
to note at this time that, since The
Pilgrim had become a Senior year
book, two ambitious Juniors, Carlo
Guidobcni and Robert Martin, produced
several lively issues of a magazine called
The Junior Pilgrim.
Our last year at P. H. S. saw a galaxy
of Senior stars in the major sports,
football and basketball. An inspiring
Christmas play, "The Cathedral Clock,"
was produced entirely by Seniors
and proved to be one of the best dra-
matic presentations of the year. A
crowning social success, if not a finan-
cial one, was the Senior Dance, man-
aged by an able committee. To climax
our Senior achievements we produced a
one-act play, "The Trysting Place,"
followed by a dance. This enterprise,
unlike some of our former endeavors,
was financially, as well as socially, suc-
cessful. It was, therefore, with a feeling
of regret mingled with a sense of ac-
complishment that we passed on to our
final great project — Graduation.
George Farnell '34
Down from Manomet
On the bus,
She comes to us.
Johnnie's very bashful —
He's quiet in a crowd,
And, though he has opinions,
He'll not voice them aloud.
What was that that just
Why, that was Gilly dancing.
He surely picked a fast first
Just watch the fancy pranc-
Flossie, you've been a good
And editor-in-chief, too:
You've served us well in
We've nothing but praise for
Dot, you've had some "tough
We hope they're ended, too —
And may the years bring per-
And only joy to you.
Harvey's always talking;
His tongue is never still.
He really can't keep quiet-
He has too much to "spill."
Appointments — commit-
Doing her part —
With all her heart.
Hollywood may have its Ben-
Famous Constance — sister
But we're sure on any "set"
Red-haired "Brick" could
hold her own.
Always running 'round,
Clearing up a fuss,
An important lad,
But just "Prof" to us!
"Toots" hears the springtime
Of cottage, wood, and lake —
And just as soon as possible,
That rustic path he'll take.
"Borgy" is a lazy lad,
But there are times, you bet,
When he's as spry as spry can
That's when she calls him
Lindy's very bashful —
He runs when girls come
But just the same he's got
His pals have sadly found.
Eva has a giggle,
A "catching" one 'tis true, —
For, if you listen very lonj
You'll be giggling, too.
Bertha drawls each word she
About the boys she's mat,
But Bert knows what she
wants to be,
She'll make a good nurse yet. |
"Squanto," "Pokey," Elean-
or — •
They call her many names,
And can she sell the tickets
To plays and football games!
Jo and Jerry,
Wreathed in smiles,
Will soon be walking
Down church aisles.
David, the philatelist,
In truth the word's well-
Knows his stamps from A to
And from them finds content.
Bill, you're always grinning,
You smile the whole day
No wonder that cute "sophy"
Has fallen hard for you!
We thought that he was quiet,
This statement we amend:
Mike can play the saxophone
And it's his bosom friend!
Helen wants to have it known
There is just one voice
That can make her pulses beat
And her heart rejoice.
"Tarzan, the fearless"
Is the name:
We think it appropriate;
Shirley thinks the same.
Popular at dances,
On her toes at school,
Always ready with a smile, —
Quiet, as a rule.
"Skippy" always hurries in
At half a minute of eight:
Shes' never, never early —
But almost never late.
Cal likes to "play around"
With bullets, guns, and
And so it might be safer
If cats do have nine lives.
Is of great size —
But he's shy
Of staring eyes.
Malcolm goes to Amherst,
He's Augusta's "chief" de-
And, when he comes from
She sees him every night.
Have you seen her ring?
One of which she's proud —
Note the blissful smile —
She's floating on a cloud.
Spends his time dancing
And driving for his dad,
Always ready for some fun,
What a lively lad!
Mary is a quiet girl,
Very studious, too;
And always when you meet
She'll have a word for you.
A jolly girl, —
We all know
Something will be doing
Wherever she may go.
A flash of red
It's Alice — driving,
Clarkie's a whizz at basket-
But he's famous elsewhere,
Any night at the Interstate
He'll find a seat for you.
Think that what she says is
I never had a "crush," —
But just mention one boy's
And, then, watch her blush.
She cooks, she sews, she wash-
A wonderful wife she'll make.
There'd be a rosy future
If Eddie this hint would take.
In this wondrous life of hers
Kenneths come by two's and
But one shouldn't make com-
Least of all Louise!
Howie's always carrying
That big brief-case around;
It bulges from the books in-
And almost weighs him down.
Gay and sweet,
Short and neat.
Ameglio likes chickens,
The "feathery" kind, 'tis true,
And they've become his pride
And sole ambition, too.
She used to be a little plump,
Then she went on a diet;
Please give us your prescrip-
And maybe we shall try it.
This. girl likes fruit a-plenty,
A special kind, 'tis true,
And we don't blame you,
We like bananas, too.
"Chuck" is rather chubby —
He's good-natured just the
And in the years to come,
As a wrestler he'll gain fame.
Alice seemed to be
So very shy
Until she rode up
On a ferris wheel high.
What shall we say of our
She's small and efficient and
She's also a very fine speaker:
In fact, she's hard to beat.
You are quite a student —
A good pianist, too,
And you merit lots of luck —
And of troubles — very few!
Some day John
Is going to earn fame;
As a great architect
He'll make a name.
Ruth is very talkative
When she meets a boy.
A conversation with a fellow
Always gives her joy.
Kay, of all the memories
Poignant to recall —
"Just A Year Ago Tonight'
Is tenderest of all.
He has his heart still on his
His rhythm in his toes —
You'd think she'd know she's
This girl, with all her beaux.
"Goldy's" most proud
Of her tiny feet;
A winsome lass,
And very "petite."
"Augie" went to Granite
"Augie" "joined" a camp,
"Augie" stopped some B.B.
And fled the brunette vamp.
Doc's an athlete
Through and through,
Boys like him
Are all too few.
She drives past
In a fine car.
A thesis caused him worry,
But he had friends about,
And t'is said that in study
He, also, helps others out.
Iride is very sweet,
So says Andy, so
We must take his word for
You see, ur wouldn't know.
He wears a great big frown —
Looks ready for a fight —
But who's afraid of the Big
His bark is worse than his
She has many boy-friends,
They keep her in a whirl:
Whitman, Maine, and West
All boys like this girl.
A walking fashion-plate —
She is a finished dancer,
And an expert on a date.
"Bundles" is a package
Full of joy and mirth —
And she thinks that Sparky's
The greatest thing on earth.
Dot's our pianist when we
Music that is new.
She knows all the latest songs
And she'll play them all for
He doesn't seem to like the
But don't relax — beware!
He's one of those strong, si-
At heart a woman-slaver.
Eyes of blue.
We all like you.
"Pete" knows that, if you do
You will get somewhere —
And there are girls who gain
And let her do their share.
A's are her hobby
As everyone knows;
From her head to her toes.
She has the sweetest little grin,
Which she always shows;
We hope that some day she
That nice blonde boy she
FRANCIS LAV ACHE
"Fat" is a boy
Who's hard to beat,
Who likes a girl
Pretty and petite.
Little Lena's never heard —
Tiny, quiet, meek:
We wonder if she says a
We seldom hear her speak.
Anna had the measles —
Dick saw her every day;
We think 'twould take a cy-
To keep her Dick away.
the "Baron" —
He can mimic Cantor;
Mac's a man of ready wit:
The proof is in his banter.
Angie is the neatest girl
That we've ever seen —
She can make her whole ward-
With the help of her sewing
She wears quiet clothes, —
She's always with Hilda
Wherever she goes.
Jeannette is always working,
But working is just one joy;
Oft when you see her busy —
She's busy with a boy.
A wisecracker great is John-
Kidding's his favorite game.
On Broadway, he'd equal the
best of them all,
And make for himself a name.
Buddy is a busy bee
And flits from "flower" to
But when you want a job
He'll do all that's in his
Hilda, you're another talker
Gossiping of everyone,
Discussing all our bad
Is that your idea of fun?
Marion is a jolly person,
Always giggling, always gay:
She has a smile for everyone
At any time of day.
In almost every study
You get an even "A."
You "rate" that way with
A lucky girl, we'd say.
Her diamond shines,
Her smile does, too;
We hope she finds
That "Smoke" is true.
Jo is very, very bright —
She plays the piano, too;
And when you sample her
There's a treat in store for
Fred dreams in the daytime
So he may sleep at night,
He always has spring fever:
He's in a frightful plight.
"Mrs. Curtis" lost her swain;
To find him she could not —
Look beneath the divan, dear,
And you'll spy Launcelot.
Beatrice and Blanche, you
To Junior High at one
And with the school bus driv-
ers talk —
Which is Blanche and which
Is something no one ever sees,
For you're as alike as two
Marie, we've caught you!
You've got a crush!
Just mention Eddie
And watch her blush.
Babe has a way
Of finding out
Secrets we'd rather
Not have about.
"Iggy" is a quiet lass
Who pays attention in every
The business ladder she will
Success will come to her in
Dot was the maker of the
"Three Little Pigs"
And the old wolf big and
And she was also Mrs. Briggs
In a play we Seniors had.
Is it Chet
Makes you that way?
Sis comes down from Forges
Where all the animals are:
She may ride horses when at
But she rides to school in her
Doris, you don't say much,
But we know 'tis true
Pete plays an important part
In everything you do.
Tall — athletic —
You know the way:
She's down from Long Pond
Although he's good in history,
He rarely speaks at all —
Perhaps his mind is wander-
To the bat and ball.
She plays the piano —
She's slender and fair —
She's the talented girl
Joe Pioppi can't spare.
Laura's quite a singer —
A high soprano she;
She warbles all the high notes
In any melody.
Why anyone should call him
No one seems to know:
Perhaps at Jabez Corner
They could tell you, though.
We wonder why you're al-
Is it because your marks are
Or is it "J" from Dorchester
Who keeps the twinkle in
Are you, perhaps, too lazy —
Is it too warm in bed
Ever to get up when you
You hopeless sleepy-head?
When he isn't "making bas-
"Duck'em's" riding in his car.
Some day he'll just keep go-
And he surely will go far.
Lena is a new addition
To our little town —
Though she hasn't been here
With boys she's gained re-
He's loyal to one love alone,
But, girls, here's my advice:
If you would keep your hearts
Don't look at Tommy twice.
Tall and thin —
Does her tasks
With a grin.
Carmino, you're a bright
With marks all A or B,
And all of this would seem
To knowledge you've found
Why do they call you "Scoot-
Why don't you object?
For we'll tell you very frank-
It's the worst name we've
Maxine has worked unceas-
To decorate for our class:
Joy and success in her chosen
We wish for this talented
Charley has a friendly grin
And a mop of red, red hair.
Wherever you see Helen,
Charley's probably there.
Deedy spends summers at
Where the moonlight is per-
If you don't believe it, ask
She'll be very glad to relate.
Wherever you go, there's
In each play. he takes a part.
He's also quite a lady's man,
And his dancing is truly an
When Joe works after school
He's a grocery clerk, it's true;
But, while he's in the build-
It's messenger work he must
Oh, Laura dearly loves to
And jumps at each and every
To trip the light fantastic
Gliding to music soft and low.
Meta, you have far to walk
Wherever you want to go,
For from your house to the
center of town
Is a long, long way, we know.
"Well, I don't know, I
guess — ", he says
When called upon in school;
And he can draw some bright
But he's bashful as a rule.
George is a boy who likes to
One can see that at a glance —
For at every school dance,
George is there —
Dapper, spry, and debonair.
Lil always likes to take her
She can't be blamed for that.
And she's a nifty dresser,
Neat skirt, blouse, shoes, and
Wink, oh, wink, our class-
How we wonder how you
When to close your big
When the teacher's not close
When shades of nights are
Our "Herbie" travels down
The road that leads to Man-
From dear old Plymouth
Ashley's another classmate
Who is a baseball man:
He listens in on all the games,
For he's an ardent fan.
Vinnie likes to argue
Anytime or anywhere.
Class meeting is the best
He's always debating there.
Angie is a busy girl:
When school is over — then
She hustles off to go to work
In the "five and ten."
Intends to be a nurse,
An excellent profession:
She surely could do worse.
Francis has a sense of humor
As his stories all will tell,
But he's not content with
He's a player of chess as well.
Chip, there's one thing in this
That you haven't learned at
And that's the list of rules
About talking in study hall.
Kathryn and Millie
Are always together;
Whatever the weather.
"You ought to be in pic-
Gable would envy you,
And that isn't all, we'll say, —
We've found your pals do,
PAUL WARN SM AN
Paul is our "popular tenor"
Who broadcasts over the air.
Listening to his love songs
Would banish every care.
Wendy is fair
And pretty to see,
So Chipper thinks —
And we must agree.
"Woodie" is a little flirt,
The boys all think she's
At every dance to which she
She is the leading belle.
Do you want a play well
Are there color effects that
Then call for electrician
He's the one for you.
Always most collected and
Never worried or blue,
She's an ace in all her studies,
And an ace on the dance floor,
Just watch her playing
She surely is a wow:
And her greatest life's am-
Is to teach beginners how.
Louise, you are a quiet girl,
A model for you we seek —
Hear Edna Wallace Hopper:
She'll teach you how to speak!
Last Will and Testament
"W/E, the illustrious and benevolent
*Y class of 1934, the victims of this
hectic age of inflation and recovery,
about to make our final departure from
P. H. S., deem it wise, expedient, and
indicative of our profound gratitude to
bequeath the following to those who
have sustained us in our exigencies :
To Mr. Shipman : An eighty-pint hat
and a lariat for further impersonations
of Tom Mix. We might throw in a
"six-shooter," to complete the effect, of
course, but it must not to be used in
subduing recalcitrant seniors.
To Mrs. Raymond : Another English
IV, period 2 class equally appreciative
of Shakespeare's art and symbolical
Christmas dramatic productions.
To Miss Brown : A new set of sorely-
needed maps ; a luxurious Moroccan
leather-covered armchair to substitute
for those harassed desk tops, whose pro-
testing squeaks we have so often heard,
and another Caldera to carry on.
To Mr. Bagnall : Bigger and better
world problems to discuss with Corey's
successor, and another Riddell to smirk
at when reading Girl Scout notices.
To Mr. Fash : A book on the duties of
a host. If the entire Physics class be-
come "guests," by June we may actually
have a "social period."
To Miss Carey : A book of philosophy
to supply those instructive proverbs for
the coming year. Remember the old
standby, "Learn to say 'no' ; it is better
than knowing how to read 'French' ".
To Miss Wilber : A red, silk cushion
to take the place of that mis-used Latin
dictionary and a man-trap (to be em-
ployed, of course, in catching prowlers
at Latin club meetings).
To Miss Judd: A dozen of Lily
Pons' records as a tribute to her truly
marvelous voice. She may borrow the
victrola in Room 15 without hurting
our feelings in the least.
To Mr. Smiley: A feline with zip-
per attachment to facilitate the oper-
ation of dissection.
To Mr. Young: An extensive tract
of land, behind the "new school build-
ing," in which to raise chickens, pota-
toes, corn, spinach, garlic, cauliflower,
sunflowers, rags, bottles, old shoes,
razor blades, . . . oh, there we go again !
To Mrs. Buck: Another bass to hit
the high notes, one which may be used
as an example for the tenors.
To Miss Kelly : More school regula-
tions to enforce so punctually at 7:45
To Mrs. Swift: Our sincerest best
wishes ! May you continue to elucidate
the principles of grammar to attentive
To Mr. Pioppi : Encouragement ;
"the stirring of one grain of sand may
precipitate the avalanche." By 1943
we shall probably see a high school or-
chestra that will put Walter Damrosch
and Ermes Manzotti to shame.
To Miss Rafter: Shoes with cleated,
leather heels; stealthy approaches
scmetimes prove embarrassing for un-
suspecting students in the study hall !
To Miss Locklin : A new, unbridged
volume on the improved methods of
To Mr. Smith : A picture of him-
self, opportunely snapped at Manomet
Beach, to be hung in Room 12; about
which he may say, "No, children, that
is not Samson or Mr. Sandow, — that is
yours truly !"
To Miss Jacques: A large sign dis-
playing the correct pronunciation of
her name. What is it, — Jarks, Jaks,
Zharks, or Zhaks? The Winner gets a
rubber doll !
To Mr. Mongan : A list of alibis, no
longer acceptable, which are often ad-
vanced by Seniors as a means of gain-
ing admission to the Freshman domain.
"America for Americans and the Fresh-
man girls for the Freshmen!"
To Miss Dowling: Congratulations
on her return to health !
To Miss Humphrey : A set of rubber
book ends to thwart the mischievous at-
tempts of early arrivals in Room 1.
To Miss Hendry : A new set of elec-
tric ranges ; maybe, after a while, some
one will build a new school around
To Miss Lang: New typewriters
without keyboards; this would elimi-
nate the necessity of repeating, "Keep
your eyes off the keyboard."
To Miss Johnson : A platform like
that in Room 28. It would be useful
in adding height.
To Miss Coombs: A small, portable
radio with which to while away the
many hours when there is absolutely
nothing to do !
To Mrs. Garvin : A basketball team !
. . . Enough said !
To the Freshman Faculty : Congrat-
ulations for having successfully weath-
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CLASS OF 1934 MOVIE REVIEW
Outward Bound — Class of 1934
Only Yesterday — We were lowly Frosh
Strictly Dynamite — Barbara Bennett
Let's Be Ritzy — Class Banquet
Blood Money — Oh, those class dues!
Dancing Lady — Severina Zammarchi
The Dark Hazard — That last report
Lady Killer — Alton Cavicchi
I Like it That Way — Study minus teach-
The Chief — Coach Bagnall
Captured — Marie Parenteau by Ed-
From Headquarters — Caldera to the
Design for Living — Boy's Home Econ-
Tarzan the Ape Man — Harry Burns
Her Bodyguard — Rita's Cliff
Pilgrimage — Our visits to P. H. S. in
years to come
S. 0. S. Iceberg — Jeannette's midwinter
This Day and Age — What are we com-
ing to ?
The Thundering Herd — Lena Ronca-
rati's boy friends
Too Much Harmony — Senior quartet
Storm at Daybreak — Hurrah ! No
The Comeback — At Whitman next year,
Golden Harvest — When we're all mil-
The Border Legion — Shall we graduate?
Melody in Spring — Just spring fever
It Ain't No Sin— To fall for a Fresh-
Advice to The Lovelorn — In Room 12
The Show-Off — A certain usher
Laughing Boy — Kenneth Gray
Stage Mother — Dorothy Perkins
Song of Songs — Our Class Song
The Last Trail— From June 1 to 21
Transatlantic — In Augie Gomes' canoe
The Trumpet Blows — Vincent Tassinari
Waltz Time — Commencement
Stand up and Cheer — We're on our way
The editors wish to express their
indebtedness to the Commercial De-
partment for typing the copy for this
issue of "The Pilgrim."
THE years following the graduation
of the class of 1934 were boom years
for Plymouth. Prosperity reigned, and
now, in 1959, just a quarter of a cen-
tury later, Plymouth has attained an
unexcelled greatness as an industrial
and commercial center. As a result,
Plymouth has been selected as the site
for the world's fair of 1959.
Shall we make a little visit to the
fair? Maybe we can find some of our
old classmates, through whose efforts
this spectacle was made possible.
A blare of trumpets announces a
parade. The magnificent figure swing-
ing the baton is George '"Boof" Riddell,
who got his training (and uniform)
Next comes "Vinnie" Tassinari with
his cornet drowning out the other mem-
bers. Fred Morton, with his flute toots
a toot or two, too, while Helen Burgess
is playing the steam calliope.
My! what a magnificent parade!
Here comes the Chamber of Commerce.
Their leader, Francis Lavache, wear-
ing a big red ribbon across his front,
is accompanied by President Andrew
Guerra. The Vice-President, Alton Ca-
vicchi, isn't here. He stopped in at
Joe Stefani's combination soda foun-
tain, booke shoppe, quick lunch, — and
drug store for a frappe! Anyway, no
one seems to miss him. Vice-Presidents
are like that, you know.
Now come the cabinet members.
Howard Corey, Secretary of State, has
hunted in Africa, India, Borneo, and on
the Carver Plains. Wonder what he
lost? The Postmaster General, Roger
Borgeson, is riding with Marion Zandi,
Secretary of the Treasury, and Francis
Caldera, Secretary of Labor. The last
in this group is John Martin, Secretary
of the Navy. He has a battleship tat-
tooed on his chest and, whenever it
fires a broadside, it rattles his teeth and
gives him a headache. The protection it
affords is well worth the discomfiture,
Next in the parade, riding in her new
1959 "Rolls Rough" made by the
August Gomes Motor Company, comes
Florence Armstrong, first woman Chief
Justice. She is accompanied by mem-
bers of her court, Frances Hall, Mary
Ceccarelli, and Meta Shortman.
The parade is concluded by a detach-
ment of Marines, led by Sergeant Sur-
rey, staggering under his silver braid.
(Yes, gold is still shunned in America
like shaving soap in Russia).
Feeling hungry after the parade, we
stop in at "Golden's Cafe." The pro-
prietress, Irene Golden, says that good
hash is never made, — it just accum-
ulates. Here comes the waitress, Alice
Dube, champion dish-juggler of seven
Am I mistaken or is that Katherine
Ghent and Margaret Raymond at that
corner table? Yessir, it's the two fore-
most leaders of women's clubs in the
country arguing about, "Which came
first, the chicken or the eggV Turning
to Gilbert Andrews, who has just en-
tered, Katherine put the question,
"Which came first, the chicken or the
"Well, now, let me see," said Gilbert,
"in lieu of the homogenious conglom-
eration of scientifically expounded data,
and carefully considering the phraseo-
logy of the technicalities therein, inas-
much as the potentialities suggested are
manifestly inaccurate, I should say —
yes, of course, certainly, no doubt,
doubtless, undoubtedly, without a
Having relieved the ladies' minds,
Andrews, whom we suspect of being an
absent-minded professor, sat down to
his dinner. We left then, but later
Norina Manzi, another waitress, con-
firmed our suspicions. Andrews, it
seems, had scratched his waffle, and
poured syrup down his back.
Leaving the restaurant, we hear a
droning up above. Angela Tavernelli,
one of the guides, informs us that it's
Joseph Sayre bringing Jean Anderson,
Barbara Bennett, and Romayne Wen-
dergren "hot from Hollywood" to take
part in a spectacular stage show at the
fair. Joe and his stratosphere taxi are
in popular demand.
Next we enter Ruth Buttner's gown
shoppe for a moment to see the latest
Paris fashions. Well, if it isn't Ruth
herself, giving Louise Zucchi and Rita
Cash a sales talk. You know, Louise
and Rita need a new gown to wear to
the bridge tournament at Lois Cunning-
ham's tonight. We hear that, if Hilda
Poschi and Mildred Mitchell promise
not to trump their partners' aces more
than six times in one evening, they
may go, too.
As we watch Alyce Bussolari and
Mildred Reigel modeling some gowns,
Marjorie Belcher, publicity and financi-
el expert, and general manager of the
fair, enters to see about some new uni-
forms for her assistants, Lena Locatel-
li, Marie Parenteau, and Mary Tor-
We have to leave now, as Dorothy
Baratta, a guide, informs us that the
side-show is now open. As we depart,
we see a poster reading, "IF YOU ARE
IN THE MOOD, JOIN MARY PREN-
TICE'S MOODIST COLONY."
On our way over to the side-show we
pass the tennis courts. Jeannette Mar-
tin, after years of practice with her
husband, an expert, shows rare form
in beating Severina Zammarchi, a play-
er of no mean ability.
As we round the corner, we are
bowled over by a gust of — oh, it's only
Lawrence Bongiovanni letting off steam
from the platform of the side-show. We
enter in spite of him and see, swinging
from a rafter, Tarzan "Hairy" Burns
and Harvey Barke who have "gone
back to nature."
On the first platform we see George
"Musclebound" Silva, the strong man,
performing Herculean feats of strength.
Other members of the troup of acrobats
are Charles Ryan, Augusta Cappella,
and Kathryn Volk.
Next we see Eleanor and Louise Cog-
geshall, the Nightingale twins, Blanche
and Beatrice, Ruth Gardiner, Joan
Harlow, and Gula Pease in a chorus
Now on the next platform we see
Eleanor Ryan — and they're still hang-
ing around her neck, only this time it's
snakes, not boy friends.
Next we come upon "Davy" Brewer
chipping out arrowheads, — the chiseler.
We always thought that a scallop was
how horses ran, until he told us it was
the result of a Blackfoot barber party.
Lillian Skulsky, Ida Knight, and
Hilda Medeiros, painted bronze to fool
the public, do an Indian dance which is
received with much applause. Maybe
it's because "gentlemen prefer bronze."
As a rare treat we see George Far-
nell, who has been transplanted from
his woodland hermitage to the Zulu Vil-
lage. John Ferreira, cave-man EX-
TRODINAIRE, looks simply ducky in
his new leopard skin.
The last thing on the program is a
wrestling match between Robert Rock
and Ralph Given. Too bad Ralph was
disqualified for hiring Carmino Rosset-
ti, professional hog caller, to grunt for
Leaving the side-show, we enter the
theater owned by Messrs. Anderson and
Bates. As we enter, we are impressed
by the murals painted by Dorothy Per-
kins and Maxine Russell. The ushers,
Bernice Corrow and Mary DeCost, find
us some excellent seats. On with the
A news reel flashes upon the screen
and we see Eleanor Bradford, women's
swimming champion, and Wilfred
Huntley thrashing their way through
the H 2 ! Miss Bradford won because
Wilfred had so many lead medals on his
suit he could hardly swim.
The newsreel then transfers us to the
laboratory of Robert Martin, chief sci-
entist for the "Interplanetary Transpor-
tation Company." We see Robert work-
ing on a "disintegrator" for ridding
solar space of dangerous comets and
meteors. William Brewster, President
of the company, is conferring with
Artos Bonzagni and William Raymond,
consulting engineers, while Emma Paul,
secretary, drums her pencil, complac-
ently chews her gum, and waves to
Marion Milburn and Angelina Malagu-
The next picture is flashed upon the
screen, and we see William MacPhail,
"America's gesticulating jester," and
Elizabeth Wood, as his glamorous lead-
ing lady, in a little comedy titled "THE
The show being concluded by a short
chorus number starring Ruth Murphy,
assisted by Doris Pretoni, Marie Hurle,
and Josephine Breveglieri, we enter the
fairway once more and continue our
Soon we come upon Howard Holmes,
Olindo Borghesani, and Joseph Vac-
chino brutally throwing baseballs at
harmless milk bottles. We understand
that Ralph Goodwin and Thomas Ron-
carati dropped in here yesterday and
had to send for Warren Sampson and
his five-ton truck to carry home the
We drop into Charlie Dretler's mam-
"MOTH" clothing establishment to ask,
"How's business?" Charlie says, "Don't
speaking so loudly by the dead !'
Leaving Charlie, we pass Agnes
Cocchi's wax museum. My word!
there's one of the dummies right in the
door. Say, that looks familiar. Yes,
it's Ashley Swift, ticket-chopper de-
luxe, taking a little cat nap.
Feeling a little warm, we drop in at
Michele Brigida's lemonade stand for a
refreshing drink. By the taste, we
strongly suspect that only a pint of
fruit acid and artificial flavor was need-
ed to make ten gallons, yet we gladly
accept "one on the house" cheerfully
proffered by Eva Borsari, the waitress.
Right next to Brigida's place Bertha
Bouchard runs a do-nutte shoppe. Re-
member a quarter of a century ago
when Miss Locklin asked, "What do we
mean when we say the whole is greater
than any of its parts?" and Bertha
whispered, "A restaurant doughnut?"
Well, after sampling her pastry, we
surely agree. We're not surprised to
find Dunham Rogers, expert profes-
sional basket-ball player, in here, too.
As you know, athletes must have
We stop for a moment to see our
friends, Phyllis Smith and Barbara
Grant, who are giving a party in their
penthouse tea room. We are pleasantly
surprised to find there Muriel Minot,
ace newshound, Josephine Montanari,
world traveler and lecturer, and Bar-
bara Chaplin, beautician, (who operates
the old skin game.) Muriel, whom we
shall nickname "vacuum cleaner," (if
you want to know why, ask the author)
informs us that Shirley Dutton has ac-
cepted the position of French instructor
aboard the Ille de France III. "Harold
Clark," she said, "used to be a teller in
Thomas Callahan's bank because he is
a collector of rare coins and being in
contact with so much money could sure-
ly find some rare old vintages — pardon
me, I mean mintages." Too bad, he
was found to have quite a collection of
the newer variety, too.
Then we meet Laura Scagliarini, sec-
retary of the Corvini Detective Agency,
and Laura Richmond and Alice Childs,
superintendents of the Carver Memor-
Wandering about the grounds again,
we come upon a crowd milling about
one of the booths. Elbowing our way in
closer, we see the world's checker cham-
pion, Leroy Schreiber, enjoying himself
at the three overturned shells. Mum-
bling something about "the hand is
quicker than the eye", he places a pea
under one and deftly switches them
around. "Ladies, gentlemen, friends,
and those of you who crawled under the
canvas, I will now show you that the
hand is quicker than the eye. Beneath
which of these petite white shells does
the little legume repose?" (Waxing a
Continued on page 52
Talking in study hall
To live at Whitehorse
Impressing people with
To drive a red fire-truck
To be a private secretary
Talking — and how!
To be an interior decorator
To be a chorus girl
To find Adam
To marry a backwoodsman
To be a model
To be a dietician
A certain basketball
To be a secretary
Boats and such!
To sail around the world
To get a monopoly on the ball
Play-fighting with Cliff
Anything, as long as Cliff is there
To own a movie theatre
Always to have her own way
To talk like Edna Wallace Hopper
(It's a deep secret!)
To be a hairdresser
To surprise the world
To grow wings
To be a perfect speller
To shrink to — !
To be a gigolette
Writing gruesome stories
To rival Edgar Allen Poe
Robbing the cradle
To be somebody "Big"
To be a snake charmer
To be an authoress
Just plain Sam
To be an aviatrix
To get 2 tomatoes in a tomato
Guarding the office
To be a "Baroness Munchausen"
To get away with it
To be a telephone operator
Tickling the ivories
To meet that guy Gershwin
Selling tickets at Revere
To win a 6 day bicycle race
To be a poet
To edit an "Advice to the Love-
To get a "certain job"
To find a secluded corner
To be a great artist
To be a nurse
Reading wild west stories
To take life easy
Taking icy dips
To acquire a "bear" skin
To be able to take rapid dictation
To get that "Man "
Riding with "Smoky"
To keep house for M. A.
To go to B. U. School of Music
Straining the piano
To be a famous dancer
Arranging her hair
Arranging her hair
Listening to crooners
Teasing the boys
Making impish faces
"The 3 Little Pigs"
Going to Wareham
Dancing with Pete
Injuring her anatomy
Chumming with Kath-
Getting a tan
Galloping at Saquish
Taking her time
Giving vent to inces-
sant vollies of con-
Being the "Million Dol-
lar Baby in the 5 and
10 cent store"
"Throwing a line"
"Sweets from the sweet"
Keeping track of her
To be a circus queen
To marry a bus driver
To be or not to be: — brunette or
To have a perfect attendance rec-
To keep away the big bad wolf
To settle down
To be an empress
To stay on
To have a magic carpet for quick
To enhance Manotti's "Trouba-
To be an opera star
"J" from Dorchester
To grow taller!
To be a commercial artist
To own a kennel
To be the President's secretary
To become a famous coutouriere
To find some ambition
To be a dancer
To be one of the best
To be a nurse
To be a vamp
To attend two dances at the same
To get around
To go places
To go to Posse-Nissen
To go to Roseland
Fastening angora but-
Bothering Miss Wilber
Operas and opera stars
Being shy (?)
Model airplane building
Horses, shooting, and
Playing the sax
To be a physics professor
To roller-skate around the corri-
To be a Walter Winchell
To preside at a model class meet-
To sleep well
To do nothing?
To drive a racing car
To invent a new gyroplane
To be an Isaac "Nimrod" Walton
To be right in physics — once!
Sh! It might cause fire-
To understand Latin
Kidding the faculty
To be a chef
Saying little, if any-
To be a pool shark
You'd be surprised!
To be boss usher at the Inter-
Talking about nothing
To be a sheik
To sell them
To be another Samson
Walking the beach on
To crack a good joke!
To be an architect
Leading a curly-haired
miss over a waxed
To be an "A&P" manager
To referee a good fight
Looking like Herbert
To own a flea circus
Scratching a fingernail
on the blackboard
To lead a jazz band
Arguing about nothing
To win the argument
He lacks it (?!)
Minding his own busi-
To conquer those curls
Keeping company with?
To be a football hero
To be a "Scandals" producer
Proving a point
To be a communist
Acting in all scholastic
To live in the year A. D. 2500
To be a baseball player
Walking to Jabez Cor-
To be a travelling salesman
Staring at the floor
To be a future Sonnenberg
A new car
Getting off teams be-
cause of injuries
To get back on again
To be an aviator
Rolling his r's in French
To be a cowboy
To be a gigolo
To be a swash -buckling villain in
To be a state cop
Playing cards — "hearts"
To be a barker of a side-show
To run a steamship line
Winking — naughty !
To be president of the U. S. A.
Writing poetry — the sis-
To own a Dusenberg
To own the Swiss navy
Being controversial in
To be president — of what?
To surprise the world
Breaking study hall reg-
To be a sage
Never heard of it
Singing in Loring's or-
To be director of the "Yeasty
Monkeying with radios
To be an electrician
E. SKYVINZUPPY AND
TODDINGTON Z. Z. SEMLOH
SLANTS ON SENIORS
The Senior who is:
A Freshman's meat — Robert Martin
Quiet as a mouse — Howard Holmes
The fastest talker — Phyllis Smith
The slowest talker — Bertha Bouchard
The most athletic girl — Augusta Cap-
The most athletic boy — Ralph Goodwin
The class Romeo — Warren Sampson
The class flirt — Elizabeth Wood
The highest skyscraper — Herbert Sur-
Tarzan of the Apes — Harry Burns
Our Walt Disney — Dorothy Perkins
The buddinor Romeo — Harold Clark
Sleepiest — Robert Rock
A one-man girl — Rita Cash
Shy but intent — Olindo Borghesani
Durante's rival — Frances Caldera
The whistling paper boy — George Far-
The best giggler — Emma Paul
Oh, so happy (a sophomore?) — Francis
All for Marge— "Boof" Riddell
The seniors who are:
The smoothest dancing couple — Sev-
erina Zammarchi and Warren Samp-
Canoeing experts? — August Gomes
and William MacPhail
The cutest couple — Alton Cavicchi and
The worst nests — Harvey Barke and
The class, skyscrapers — Gilbert An-
drews. John Anderson, David Brewer,
and Thomas Callahan
The Senior w-ho has :
The bluest eyes — Romavne Wendergren
Such beautiful locks — Charles Ryan
Petite feet — Irene Golden
Red-head blues — Ruth Gardner
Harlow-troubles — Jeannette Martin
A yen for "Jack Holt" — Marion Zandi
TREBOR THE GREAT
"Attention, all creatures of this solar
system! This is Z-131629-V-13, thir-
teen million, six hundred forty-five
thousand, three hundred and thirteenth
lieutenant of His Imperial Eminence.
Trebor the Great, and exalted ruler of
Sirius, Canopus, Alpha Centauri, Vega,
Capella, Arcturus, Rigel, Procyon,
Achernar. Beta Centauri, Betelguese,
Altair. Alpha Crucis, Aldebaran, Pol-
lux, Spica, Antares, Tomalbaut, Deneb,
and Regulus (stars of the first magni-
tude) broadcasting to the inhabitants
of those insignificant planets of Mars,
Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, and that unciv-
ilized orb called er — Terrestria — er —
Earth. This broadcast is coming direct-
ly to you from the summit of Television
City, Utopia, the largest metropolis of
this tiny star of Betelguese which is
located in the earthly constellation
Orion. Betelguese, only 300,000,000
miles in diameter, is an extremely small
governmental center, but since most of
its inhabitants rule the lives of crea-
tures in neighboring constellations
which are but a few billion light years
away, it is by no means thickly popu-
"All physical labor is done by ma-
chinery, and the people devote them-
selves entirely to supervising the de-
velopment of distant planets. The
interior of this star is entirely honey-
combed, and the surface is roofed over
with a thick covering of that living ele-
ment znifckgudiak which Trebor so
graciously bestowed upon his faithful
subjects. The proximity of this element
destroys all kinds of sickness and dis-
ease, and even defeats death by instil-
ling perpetual life in all organisms of
the higher order. Trebor, himself,
protects his lieutenants from all possi-
ble means of destruction by constantly
maintaining a mental control over their
atomical structures, and were one
blown to bits and his remains scattered
in the far corners of the universe, Tre-
bor could rebuild him accurately by
duplicating his atomical structures pre-
cisely from the immediate energy
available in the outer void of space.
Trebor was born or, rather, has been
born many times, but he first came into
existence three hundred and ninety-two
million trillion eons ago. He showed a
dominating propensity toward the use
of scientific equipment and soon made
a great reputation for himself as a
scientist at the tender age of 361. Be-
friending Xythaleous, the greatest
mental genius of that time, he learned
many things which later proved inval-
uable to him. It was Xythaleous who
taught him the mental control of his
own atomic structure, and when the
reptile men of a neighboring group of
satellites invaded his world, he became
instrumental in annihilating them since
he feared no death. During the war
which followed the invasion, Trebor
was placed in charge of an expedition
which destroyed completely the very
satellites which these grotesque mon-
sters inhabited, but upon returning
home he was chagrined to find that
Xythaleous, his parents, and half the
population of the entire star had been
killed by a dreadful meteoric plague
that was still ravaging their solar sys-
"Drawing feverishly upon his vast
store of superhuman knowledge, Trebor
sought protection against this deadly
demon of destruction, and after twenty-
five years of endless research work he
discovered znifckgudiak, presenting his
people with the secret of everlasting
life. In gratitude they swore allegiance
to him and vowed they would make him
ruler of the universe.
"In six hundred and thirty-four mil-
lion years they had subdued and united
eighty-five million seven hundred and
forty-five hundred thousand billion
stars in their first immediate magnitude
and countless others in ninety-eight
other magnitudes. Each of these stars
now sends one-fourth of its entire pop-
ulation to serve in Trebor's Imperial
Armada which patrols the entire uni-
verse and assists in the construction of
artificial planets which help absorb the
excessive population of these worlds
which have shown themselves civilized
and deserving of the perpetual life and
perfect government which Trebor af-
fords his subjects.
"Trebor spends a number of years
upon each of those planets which he
eventually hopes to annex, and it was
only sixty-five thousand years ago that
Algol was added to his glorious king-
dom and I, Z-131629-V-13, was en-
trusted with the lives of countless tril-
lions of creatures.
"Although Trebor had conquered ev-
ery difficulty that had ever impeded the
progress of his universal empire and
even attained immortality, he apparent-
ly undertook the impossible when he re-
fused to destroy the ignorant earthly
inhabitants, but decided to develop their
civilization, or lack of civilization, to
newer and greater heighths. It was on
August twentieth in the Earthly Year
1916 that Trebor Nick leak Trekgure
Regkc Aeiz Mekgzk, Trebor Nitram for
short, made his debut on the humble
sphere called Earth. Since it was the
custom of the inhabitants to do every-
thing opposite from the correct method,
Trebor Nitram hereby reversed the
spelling of his name, crawled into the
puny shells of a monkey-like creature
called man, and began his career as an
Earthling. At present he has spent over
seventeen monotonous years upon this
hopeless subject, and this inter-celes-
trial hookup is mainly to enable him to
give specific orders for the maintain-
ance of his ever-expanding universe for
the next 25,000 years to come.
"Well, will you look what's here!
Folks, it's the strangest monstrosity
Betelguese has ever known ! It's . . .
T R E B R in the guise of an Earth-
"Greetings, salutations, and what
have you. Folks, this is your own little
ruler Trebor himself in the flesh, and
am I glad to be here or am I not?
That little place called Earth is some
little joint, but is it gay or is it gay?
"Oh! Z-13, you are to have indirect
charge of the universe for the next
25,000 years, and there are but a few
simple things to do. In my spare time
I have made a few calculations and find
that only one-tenth of our universe has
been united, and that the entire uni-
verse is but an atom of a higher order
of elements. You are to complete the
annexation of all space available in our
own universe, and to launch success-
fully the invasion of other universes so
that, after my holiday on Earth is over,
my empire will be over two billion times
its present size. Adieu.
"Z-131629-V-13, in about fifty years
you are to place a chap by the
name of Carlo Casanova Don Romeo
Guidaboni in charge of the canal
project on Mars. Oh, nothing in
particular, except he ran a personal
column, and, when the other workers
see how proficient he is at dishing the
dirt, industry will be speeded up.
"Annie" MacPhail, an estimable pal of
mine, deserves only sympathy for some
awful jokes he once wrote, but per-
haps he will make a capable ruler for
the hyena men of Alpha Centauri.
"Gilly" certainly merits a spot in
the sun, especially a SPOT! (not
a fly speck). "Mucker" Schreiber,
one of profoundest of profound wo-
man-evasive males who constantly
pretend they dislike the fairer sex)
— in other words — darn — oops ! — I
mean downright prevaricators, became
— er — will become the Sultan of the
United Mohammedan States of North
and South America and Atlantis which
was misplaced for so many centuries.
He will attempt to instigate a bloody
revolt in the Foreign Legion of Lost
Continued on page 56
CAST OP "THE CATHEDRAL CLOCK"
Reading from left to right: Lawrence Bongiovanni, Robert Martin, Florence
Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Gilbert Andrews
"The Cathedral Clock", the one-act
Christmas play sponsored by the Senior
English Classes of 1934, proved to be
one of the outstanding dramatic events
of the school year. The committees were
as follows :
Programs : Maxine Russell and Dor-
Costuming : Josephine Montanari
(ch.), MurieL Minott, and Frances Hall.
Make-up: Katherine Ghent (ch.),
Marjorie Belcher, and Harvey Barke.
Lighting and Sound Effects: William
MacPhail (ch.), William Brewster, and
Stage: John Ferreira (ch.), Alton
Cavicchi, David Rushton, and Artos
The prologue was given by Jeannette
The action of the play took place dur-
ing the fifteenth century in the little
old town of Danzig on the Baltic Sea.
Among its most famous buildings is the
cathedral, around which the story of
the play was written.
The cast included some of the school's
best talent :
Peer, a sick boy — Shirley Dutton
Margaret, his mother — Florence
Frederick Alfort, his father — Gilbert
A Blind Man — Lawrence Bongiovan-
The Visitor — Robert Martin.
However, "there is more to this than
meets the eye." Seemingly unsurmount-
able barriers rose up to confront us, but
we came through them all successfully
and can look back upon them, now, as a
pleasant memory, and laugh at what
seemed tragic then.
It was tragic having to wait on a
stormy night with the freezing cold
wind blowing a hurricane, for the gen-
eral manager to arrive with the key.
(That didn't happen many times, but
when it did, it took a week to thaw out.)
There were bad moments, right up to
the morning of the play, when we con-
scientious people trembled with the fear
that the German clock might decide to
strike one instead of twelve, despite the
excellent supervision given it. There
was the question of where to procure
a fireplace and, once that was taken care
of, how under the sun to convey the
heavy thing to our stage in Room 1.
We spent much of our time wondering
if the blind man's cane would last until
the day of the play, under the emotional
display of Lawrence Bongiovanni at re-
hearsals. The costuming committee was
faced with the difficulty of getting trou-
sers of the correct style, large enogh
for Frederick Alfort, and poor Fred-
erick found it nigh unto impossible to
"almost commit suicide" with realism.
So much artistic clipping was done on
his mustache at the dress rehearsal that
finally a fresh start had to be made with
a new piece of "whisker".
One afternoon when the stage was
being set, one member of the stage com-
mittee forgot his flawless record of con-
tinual attendance and decided he must
go skating instead. (And he did.) But
perhaps the biggest worry of the al-
ready gray-haired committees-in-charge,
was the sickness of the Ethereal Visi-
tor, who proved "earthly" enough to
contract a bad case of the grippe. Of
course, this misfortune had to occur a
week and a half before the presentation
But there were bright moments, too,
and many of them. Perhaps our bright-
est moment came during dress rehear-
sal, when Kay Ghent arrived with an
enormous box of thick, creamy, choco-
late-walnut fudge, sent by her sister
with the promise of more when, and if,
we'd "come up and see her some time."
And a close rival for that moment was
that other night, when the roads were
icy and we slid around corners and
skidded by cross-roads, miraculously
landing whole at the Ghents' domicile,
where the cast was to be inspected for
make-up, and where we were again
"stuffed" with peanuts (by request) and
Excellent and faithful work was done
by both the cast and the committees,
and we only hope that next year's
Christmas play will be as successful as
Elizabeth Wood — General Manager.
Our lives are palaces, unexplored,
With corridors long and many-doored:
To every door there's but one key,
That which is held by you or by me.
Some rooms we cannot see again,
For childhood joys come not to men;
But some things of life we have not seen,
For in some rooms we've not yet been.
But the rooms which are loveliest, prettiest,
And those that we love far more than the rest
Are the rooms of friendship and love, we
Through which doors we may always go.
In these last days of our senior year.
God, give us rooms which will be most dear:
Give us the rooms of truth and love,
And send us strength from Thee, above.
Marjorie Stephens Belcher '34
Write personals and "GET RICH QUICK."
to keep their names out of
Doc Goodwin doesn't want his name
mentioned — we're always ready to ac-
Tarzan Burns is stepping into the
limelight ; he gets his haircuts from our
women barbers, Betty Mordt and Helen
Here's a secret. If you want to im-
prove your voice, sing in front of a
mirror. Alton claims he's getting good
Roberto Martini, our young scientist,
has discovered a new P. K. Pearl gum
among the Freshmen.
Cheer up, Brad. Lois will be a Sopho-
more next year.
We suggest that Shirley have the seat
raised in her car since the three pillows
that she sits on while driving are begin-
ning to wear out.
A correspondent suggests that Guer-
ra move to 79 Spooner Street. Why
don't cha, Andy?
We wanna know. Does Professor
pay Barbara rent for living in the
'Tis said that Bill keeps Mordt com-
Rock is still training on a Camel.
Phyllis Ryan doesn't sound bad at all.
— All the Seniors seem to be offering bribes
this column, — ■- Stew Bad.
Why don't Givens and Volta flip a
coin about this girl Gilda?
Has Clark been getting letters from
Peggy Cameron in Weymouth?
Bertha Bouchard must have settled
down. She's all through with her mov-
Lucy seems to have overcome Dun-
ham's bashfulness. Good work, Lucy.
Have you made up your mind yet,
Elizabeth? (Frank, Lindy, Mike, Alton,
Bud, Gordon, Frenchy, Oliver). Now
Chaplin's Taxi Service seems to be
prospering. Keep it up, Barbara.
Dot Perkins, the actress, has the
peculiar habit of winking when speak-
ing to a person. She can't control that
Annie doesn't live here any more.
The blond Duchess has moved in, says
This is station WHDH. Our next
number will be, "I Just Couldn't Take
It, Baby," sung by Paul Warnsman, the
Lindy has been having a hard time
deciding whether it is going to be
Lena or Margie Tracy. I don't blame
The girls are now writing books for a
new library. They are:
How to Roast a Chicken,
By Mary DeCost
I EMMA Redhead, By E. Paul
How Not to Grow, By Shirley Dutton
It's Tuf (ts) to be Famous,
By Jeannette Martin
Me and My Shadow,
By E. Wood and M. Minott
The Fourth and Seventh Dance,
By Once Again
The Illuminated Cemetery,
By Special Request
Tillie, The Queen of Hickville,
By Wouldn't Cha Like Ta No
Florence is getting her license. That's
because she's going to buy a dog.
Has something happened to Jean-
nette? She does not seek the shelter of
room 12 since Gilbert graduated. We
feel lost without her cheery voice.
Why did Charley (Carver) have to
step in, Janet? Did someone else dis-
If Fat should get a little more ser-
ious, there might be a wedding on Oak
MISS Elizabeth Ryan has made a
special request in asking us to mention
that her name is NOT Lizzie.
Thankful are they whose names are
not mentioned in this column. Not that
there is nothing to write about them;
it may be that the incidents are too ob-
Carl Mark My Word
CAST OF "THE TRYSTING PLACE"
Left to right (first row) : Ruth Murphy, Robert Martin, Elizabeth Wood, Warren
Sampson; (second row): Gilbert Andrews, Dorothy Perkins, William MacPhail
"THE TRYSTING PLACE''
The senior class play, "The Trysting
Place" by Booth Tarkington, given on
Friday evening, April 6, 1934, was en-
thusiastically received by an exception-
ally appreciative audience which filled
to overflowing the upper hall in the Me-
The trysting place proved to be in the
lounge of a country hotel — "the only
quiet place in the hotel." The cast (in
the order of its appearance) was :
Mrs. Curtis, a widow of 25 years —
Lancelot Briggs, a boy obviously un-
der 20 — Robert Martin
Mrs. Briggs, his sister, a young girl of
about 20— Elizabeth Wood
Rupert Smith, the young man — War-
Mr. Ingolsby — Gilbert Andrews and
The Mysterious Voice — William Mac-
The general committee in charge of
the Senior Project was Lawrence Bon-
giovanni (chairman), Katherine Ghent.
Elizabeth Wood, Carlo Guidoboni, and
The ticket-selling campaign was led
by Marjorie Belcher and Eleanor Brad-
ford. The properties were in charge of
Miss Charlotte Brown, a member of
the faculty, with assistants, Harry
Young, Jeannette Martin, William
Brewster, Joseph Sayre, and Josephine
Continued on page 55
BOY, PAGE MR. BOSTON
"Mugs" Mullaney, six feet tall, half
as wide, and as thick as a London fog,
was boss of the McCutcheon lumber
camps. For his tonnage of bone and
muscle, he was as, gentle as a ten-year-
old tiger cub. (In other words, mean
and ornery.) As- a bully, he had no
equal. Compared with him, Nero and
Rasputin were babes in arms, while
Attila and Genghis Khan were sissies.
Now to get on with the story.
One brisk, frosty morning in late
October a new arrival made his ap-
pearance in camp, a "city feller" to take
the place of the recently deceased
It seemed that this new "hash-sling-
er," as he was called, had a very limited
knowledge of the culinary art. In fact,
his only accomplishment was baked
For the past few months the lumber-
jacks had been fed nothing but rice
(without raisins) and a filthy mess
called chop suey. No one would even
hazard a guess as to what it contained,
but one of the fellows asserted that he
was about to take a spoonful of the ob-
noxious mess when a half-drowned
snail emerged from the murky black-
ness and feebly crawled upon a piece of
half-peeled potato, rolling his eyes in
such a mournful manner that the poor
fellow had to leave the table. He felt a
peculiar rumbling sensation in his
stomach for the rest of the day and
swore never to eat Chinese concoctions
Ah! beans, there was a man's dish.
A heaping plateful of golden-brown,
mealy goodness, smeared with thick,
sticky, black molasses.
Sick of the Chinese "slumgullion,"
the lumber men consumed huge quan-
tities of beans, and became encouraged
by the change in fare.
Beans were served three times a day
for the first week, second week, third
week, and for weeks and weeks after-
wards. Beans for breakfast, beans for
dinner, and for supper, BEANS!
BEANS! BEANS! BEANS!
The situation became desperate.
The men would have! gladly gone back
to rice, chop suey, and spinach. Yes,
even spinach would have been welcomed
as a change from the ubiquitous bean !
Mullaney, hearing the grumblings of
revolt among his men, stopped in at the
cook house (or bean factory) late one
afternoon to see what he could do.
As his massive bulk thundered
through the door, his shoulders scraped
on both sides. The cook was standing
in front of the open oven stirring beans,
the odor of which permeated the room.
By this time, most of the men could not
endure the sight of beans, and the odor
nauseated even "Mugs," the bull of the
lumber camps. He flung himself into a
chair which creaked submissively and
nearly collapsed under his great weight.
"Whew !" he exclaimed, whipping out
a big red handkerchief as large as a cat-
boat sail and mopping his huge, pers-
piring cranial frontage which stood out
like the chalk cliffs of Dover, "more
"Yes, meekly replied the cook with
an air of utter dejectedness that would
have wrung a salty tear from Momus,
"beans were the only supplies we re-
ceived before the heavy snows, an'
beans we'll eat 'til the spring thaw."
"Mugs" Mullaney, summoning his
last ounce of strength, staggered to his
feet and threw up a window. He re-
mained hanging out of the window
with his tongue lolling from the corner
of his mouth for the best part of an
hour. When he had recovered suffici-
ently, he pulled his head out of the win-
dow, wiped his massive brow again, and
lumbered off toward his cabin.
Well, the bean diet lasted for five
months and would probably have lasted
for five more had not Mullaney chanced
to meander past the cook house one eve-
ning just as the tempting odor of steak
and onions was being wafted into the
crisp, night air.
He halted, turned, directed his steps
to the window of the cook house, and
peered in. The sight that met his eyes
must have enraged him, for he pulled
off his cap, threw it to the ground, and
trampled upon it. Then, after flexing
his biceps so hard that the monstrous,
knotted muscles split the sleeves of his
leather jacket wide open, he clenched
his mighty paws so that each knuckle
stood out like a baseball, only twice as
hard; and, rushing to the door, with
one mighty heave wrenched it off its
hinges and charged into the room.
There, seated across the room, was
the cook in all his splendor, with a spot-
less, snow-white napkin tucked under
his chin, spreading a freshly-cooked,
big, juicy steak (barely discernible un-
nerneath the lavish garnishing of
onion) with a lump of butter about the
size of a big brown egg.
The facial expression, one of peace
and extreme contentment, vanished,
and one of horror, — of ghastly horror,
took its place.
Slowly he pushed back his chair and
tugged at his napkiin, his eyes fixed up-
on those of the crazed lumberjack, who
sucked in his breath like an enraged go-
rilla and advanced, step by step, toward
The tempting odor of delicious steak
smothered in onions did not deter him.
The hapless cook backed into the cor-
ner by the stove, followed by the fiend.
Seizing one of the red hot stove covers
by the holder, the "hash slinger" hurled
it. Mullaney, the iron man, caught it,
dashed it through the window, advanc-
ing again, his massive hands opening
and closing like the business end of a
The cook, as a last hope, snatched the
huge kettel of beans from the oven and
dumped it over the head of the infuri-
ated wood cutter, fastening the handle
down under his granite chin. "Mugs"
Mullaney, man mountain of the lumber
camps, passed out like school children
after receiving their diplomas.
When he came to, some days later, he
was informed of the contents of a letter
found in the belongings of the cook,
who had escaped.
The letter, addressed to the cook,
read : —
"Received your shipment of beef and
will send immediately (if not sooner)
500 lbs. of beans. The men can work
just as well on beans as on beef, and
think of all the money you save !
"If you get another supply of beef
intended for the lumber camp, I will
gladly exchange it for beans and a rea-
sonable cash bonus for your oivn
There is a motley group of Maine
lumbermen searching the world over
for a scoundrel who fed human beings
beans for breakfast, BEANS for dinner,
and for supper, — BEANS ! Week in,
and week out, — beans! beans! beans!
And still more beans! ! !
Francis Trask '34
Upon the steps of time an old man sat;
And in his skinny hands, he held
His whole life's treasure.
For more than four score year and ten
He had lived; and tho' his hair was snowy
He still loved life.
His wrinkled brow and trembling limbs
Were tokens of his passing life —
And old age held him fast.
And what had he from all those years — ■
A mighty store of hoarded gold?
Nay — treasures more precious far!
The memories of a lifetime's work,
The prayers of many invalids saved,
And, best of all, of duty well done!
And so he sat — and was content.
Tho' ever weaker grew his limbs,
His heart was ever strong.
H. Surrey '34
An old pitcher
Spilling bayberries from its mouth,
Its fat body
Tinted rose from the sun.
Maple furniture clean, shimmering
In the light,
A print or two,
Roomy chairs and gaily hooked mats.
An India hanging,
Mellow blue, green, and yellow,
With faint tracings of faded pink.
Many colored backs of books,
Little china dogs
And curiously carved figures,
All such dear, precious things
I love so well.
Jeannette Martin '34
Through the darkness of night
A torch gleams,
Making a path of light
Across the water.
Ripples slowly creep
To the shore
From the foamy wake
Of the tug.
Upon the grimy decks
Handling the lines,
Sweat and toil,
Struggling in the dim light
Of oil lamps.
Everywhere are smoky fumes
Lucy Holmes '35
One summer evening in the year 1858,
as the setting sun was turning to flame
the glassy surface of the Caribbean Sea,
Captain Thomas Chandler was sitting
on the deck of his schooner, the Nancy
Chandler, smoking his pipe peacefully.
"Molly's havin' quite a tussle with
that un, ain't she, Cap'n?" remarked
the fat first mate, Joe Carson.
"Urn," grunted the captain squinting
his small, blue eyes and watching the
large gray and white cat dextrously
handling a huge, squealing rat with all
the art of a veteran rodent hunter. "We
sure got well stacked with rats, if
nothing else," he went on. "By the way,
Joe, what became of Molly's kittens?"
"Sold 'em at Jamaica," replied the
mate. "The natives* never see any cats
except the ones that come on ships.
They never knew they caught rats un-
til I showed 'em Molly. The place is
swarmin' with rats so I sold 'em right
off for about twenty cents apiece. Say,
Cap'n ! Just happened to think ; I reckon
we could make — "
"So do I," interrupted the captain
quietly, replacing the pipe in his mouth.
Six months later in Boston harbor, the
"Nancy Chandler" was being loaded
with a large cargo, which consisted, be-
sides quantities of New England ex-
ports, of exactly 296 feline specimens
of all sexes, colors, ages, and breeds
protesting in no uncertain manner at
this sudden exile. However, Captain
Chandler was giving brisk orders and
paying no attention to his unhappy
cargo or to the jeering onlookers.
During the fifteen days' journey to
Jamaica, the ship was a "howlin' bed-
lam" as Joe Carson described it. *Pipe
down, you screechin' critters !" he would
bawl lustily as he dealt out their rations
of salt fish and water. "Ought to be
glad you ain't in with them, Molly."
The cats remained in vigorous good
health until the last two days of the
journey when they apparently began to
tire of their monotonous diet. "All
petered out, I guess," was the way Joe
accounted for it.
Two hours after landing at Jamaica,
all the cats were disposed of at a profit
of about $58.00. Joe was gleeful and
the tall, quiet captain was satisfied.
However, it was not all smooth sailing.
The ship remained in port some time
because of bad weather and because the
captain had encountered difficulty in
disposing of the rest of his cargo, con-
sisting now chiefly of perishable goods,
at a price high enough to make any
profit. On the sixth day he received the
disturbing news that nearly all the cats
had died, either from the sudden change
in climate or from the change from the
diet consisting entirely of salt fish to
one of rats. Furthermore, the natives,
believing they had been swindled, were
furious, and refused to have any deal-
ings with Captain Chandler. By this
time the cargo was practically unsal-
able at any price, and the following day
the captain directed that it be thrown
As he watched seven hundred dollars'
worth of cargo splashing into Kingston
harbor, Joe remarked gloomily, "Net
Charles Cooper '35
Once P. T. Barnum said, "There's a
sucker born every minute." Granting
this, we still don't believe enterprising
companies should take advantage of the
unsuspecting public by misleading ad-
vertisements. There are plenty of fair
ways of advertising through interest-
contests and radio broadcasts.
Rarely do we read a magazine or
paper but we see an article about a
contest, with grand prizes of automo-
biles and one hundred dollars, pro-
moted by some business establishment
for advertising purposes. A good per-
centage of these are interesting, worthy
of entrance,- and fair to all. It is the
other part of the group that we criti-
We, ourselves, have had several ex-
periences along these lines. We no-
ticed in a daily newspaper a coupon
from a well-known numismatic com-
pany offering its rare coin book, giv-
ing prices and details about coins upon
receiving four cents in stamps for post-
age. In return we received a folder of
four pages with very brief informa-
tion, and an order blank for the real
book, which we thought we were get-
ting before, at the price of one dollar.
There was nothing we could do.
Some companies sponsor guessing
contests. The person who sends in
three labels from the product and
guesses the contest correctly, wins one
hundred dollars, while the person who
sends in only one label gets less than
one hundred dollars.
Other concerns offer money and prizes
for a name for their new product. This
contest is fair on the surface, but one
can discover that, if he sends in one
name, he has a chance of one out of
probably ten thousand. Only one prize
is awarded, the companies pick the
winning name, and the label of the
product must be sent in.
We do not wish to ban all contests and
advertising of this sort, but people,
when deceived by one advertisement,
will be wary of another which is really
reliable, and there are many giving
suitable and worthwhile prizes with no
tricky words and phrases.
We believe that, if tricky and unfair
advertisements are eliminated, it will
mean more business for reliable con-
cerns and pleasure to the customers.
Harvey Barke '34
A DESERTED STREET
Dimly it flickered, as if it were mak-
ing one feeble effort to regain its form-
er radiance. Then the gas light at the
farthest end of the deserted street, suc-
cumbed to the soothing stillness and
burned in a dim, evil glass.
Fascinated I walked slowly down the
street. An ethereal white mist settled
over the worn pavement and forlorn
brownstone buildings. My fancy stray-
ed. Wonderingly I tried to peer with
my mind beyond the heavily-bolted
doors and the shaded windows.
Suddenly the buildings were not for-
lorn but evil, seeming to harbor all the
fiends from the bowels of the earth.
Faintly, gradually growing louder, a
plaintive cry of a nocturnal bird pierced
my thoughts. I was afraid ! The mist
closing in on me, stifling my soul as it
did the lights, the brownstone buildings
so cold, unfriendly, — had I unmeaningly
stumbled upon a place not meant for
human beings ! Swishing sounds, so
soft, yet so distinct crept into my ears.
Cold, soul-freezing breezes fanned my
face and body. In a mad frenzy of pro-
found fear I flung out my arms to rid
myself of those things, but I merely
fed the flame of their desire to torture
such intruders as I. Running, stum-
bling, babbling, I fled to my room.
There was my only weapon, the box !
With trembling fingers I formed a pel-
let from the powder in the box, heated
it over my oil burner, and then put it
into my pipe. Once, twice, I inhaled the
soothing fumes and once again I was
safe, alone with my dreams of beautiful
Ruth Murphy '34
THE POWER AND THE GLORY
Had you studied a large map of Al-
sace-Lorraine as it was before the
Franco-Prussian War, you would have
found a small village called Roppveiler
situated almost on the boundary line
between France and Germany. It was a
friendly little town with its time-hon-
ored thatch-roofed cottages nestled in
the valleys. The home of the Burgom-
eister was set apart from the rest and
befitted his station. Hooverbrunner, a
large brook, ran through the center of
the hamlet, and on sunny days the vil-
lage women were wont to wash their
clothes there with much chatter and
song. Many of them had sons of
eighteen or twenty, who were serving in
the regular army, for all able-bodied
youths were compelled to serve for a
period of two years. These village wo-
men often proudly discussed letters
they had received from their boys as
they washed and scrubbed their clothes
clean and white on the stones in the
On fair days the younger boys tended
the cattle as they grazed upon the
grassy slopes of the hill, and the village
maids often accompanied them. No
puny pale girls were these. They were
strong, healthy peasants with clear,
bright eyes, and long braids of hair
flung over their shoulders, and they
wore wooden shoes called schlapper.
They were used to work and hard work
it was, too. Sometimes they labored all
day in the fields at back-breaking toil,
and thus they developed strong bodies.
No, these were no fragile, dainty, por-
celain shepherdesses. They were of the
earth and proud of it.
Everyone in Roppvieler spoke Ger-
man, had German names and German
customs, and did business in the neigh-
boring German cities. Indeed, few of
the people in the hamlet knew whether
they were French or German citizens,
and they cared less — until the war came.
And with the war came seething
times. With the advent of the Franco-
Prussian conflict came also the baring
of the fierce hatred which the people of
France bore the Prussians, and the Lot-
tringen, natives of Lorraine, suddenly
found a devotion and loyalty that they
owed to France. The villagers were
^ght to look upon the Germans across
the border who had been friends and
business associates, as hated enemies.
Prussian soldiers spread terror by in-
quiring at each house, "Are there any
French soldiers in here?" One couldn't
lie to those fellows ! The village school-
master created a panic by writing on
"Der Bismark von Bollen,
Sol der Teufel hollen."
which meant simply, that as for Bis-
mark, the devil could have him. Un-
complimentary things were also said
about the Koenig of Prussia. The vil-
lagers turned their cows, pigs, and goats
loose to roam in the woods, for, if they
were left in the sheds, they would be
commandeered by the marauding ene-
Young men excited, and suddenly
proud to fight for "that scrap of silk,"
the French flag, caused their mothers
heartbreak and misery by straightway
enlisting. Youths who had just re-
turned from military duty immediately
signed up to go to war. Eventually,
they argued with their mothers, they
would be drafted. It was far better to
go at ;he beginning and choose the best
branc 1 of the service.
Johann Wolff didn't enlist. As the
sole support of his widowed mother and
younger brothers and sister, he was ex-
empt from service, and allowed to carry
on his business.
A personable young man of twenty-
two, he had already made a success of
the contracting business left him by his
father. Every damsel in the village
looked at Johann with her heart in her
eyes, and who could blame the girls ? He
was six feet tall with snapping black
eyes, curly black hair, and a flashing
white smile. When Johann entered a
room, he dominated it. The strong line
of his jaw spoke of strength of charac-
ter and a certain stubborness. His
lithe, active body bespoke the keynote
of the Wolff family, "If I rest, I rust."
Now the pretty daughter of the rich
Burgomeister had set her cap for
Johann, but that young man was not
ready to be caught either by poor maid-
en or rich. Furthermore, he intended to
do his own choosing.
Frau Wolff thanked God daily for let-
ting her keep her son at home, but daily
he grew restless. He watched his young
friends march off to war, trim in their
smart uniforms, youthfully straight,
formed into singing companies with a
band at their head and flags flying over
them. He never seemed to see, aa his
mother did, the hay-carts which went
through the streets of the village, piled
high with the dead and wounded, with
blood seeping through the straw and
dripping on the streets below. He
seemed unmindful of his former school-
mates, once so blithe and strong and
brave; now sodden, limp bundles cov-
Continued on Page 54
THE OLD WELL
My friend, Dick Warren, having be-
come infatuated with country life, sur-
prised us all by purchasing an old,
rambling house, dating back to Revo-
lutionary times. He was very anxious
for me to inspect and approve it so I
finally agreed to spend the week-end
with him. It was late afternoon when
we arrived at the house and I was im-
pressed at once with its unusual situ-
ation. It stood surrounded by a thick
grove of evergreens, and in the dim
light of late afternoon it looked far
There was just time to inspect the
house before our evening meal, and
after eating, we sat a long time, chat-
ting over our pipes. I was tired and
glad to go to bed at an early hour. I
immediately fell into a deep sleep from
which I was aroused by something.
Fearful, I sat up in bed and listened.
I heard unmistakable groans and,
springing from the bed, I rushed to the
window. Standing by a tree was a dim,
white figure which seemed to beckon
and wave its arms. The figure disap-
peared, and, partly persuading myself
that it was the effect of a too hearty
dinner, I finally slept.
. When I next awoke, the sun was shin-
ing brightly, and I felt convinced that
what I had seen had been merely a bad
dream. After spending a pleasant week-
end with my friend, I returned to town.
A short time later, I received a letter
from Dick in which he wrote as follows :
"A curious and rather startling
thing happened the other day. I
had some workmen plowing a new
garden here. They accidentally
uncovered an old stone well, and it
occurred to me to have it cleaned
out and restored. After some hard
work they reached the bottom,
where, to their horror, they found
a skeleton with a rusty hatchet em-
bedded in its skull. I have heard
some stories of strange happenings
in this house ..."
As a rule I am not superstitious, but
now I am wondering whether I had in-
digestion or whether I saw a ghost.
John Chapman '35
Sophomore Poetry Page
Haunting fragrance —
Your emerald skirts
Over the mossy rocks,
Slyly you peep at me,
A faint blush creeping
Into your milky- white cheeks;
Shyly you flaunt
Your fragile loveliness,
O queen of the wood!
Haunting fragrance —
Poignant beauty —
Tiny waxen heads
On the rich moist earth —
Alba Martinelli '36
The mist creeps in
While the world is sleeping;
Its ghostly shape
It leaves its dewdrops
On gay flower petals
Elusive and rare;
When the sun deeply yawning
Shows dawn of the morning,
The mist must retreat
To its home by the sea,
Where the seagulls are screaming;
But while I am dreaming
It comes back again
Dorothy Perkins '36
Silvery wands touch
Taking away all ugliness,
Only sheer beauty;
Making a shimmering
Golden path across
Of the sea.
Elizabeth Ryan '36
Gnaw at tha beach;
Tear at boulders
Jean Whiting '36
THE TRUTH WILL OUT
Just because it has been told that
way for years the shallow, numb minds
of the average public accept it as true.
But I am here to tell you that the ac-
cepted tradition concerning Sir Walter
Raleigh, the cloak, and Queen Elizabeth
is erroneous. In the first place, there
was no cloak. Raleigh had sold it for
a few pence, as he had all his other pos-
sessions. And, in the second place, if
he had been in possession of a cloak,
there would have been no puddle for
him to lay it across, because it was mid-
winter, the most biting in years, and
anything that might have been a puddle
was a sheet of ice. Don't you see how
impossible the action of the old tale
would have been? Now — this is what
A biting, shrieking blast of icy win-
ter wind tore madly down the ice-
coated streets of London, sending in its
wake billows of soft snow. Ruthlessly
it gripped the scurrying figure of a
man. Tearing his scanty garments
from the protective clutch of blue
hands, it sent them flapping wildly.
In defiance, the shoulders became more
hunched and hands dug more deeply
into empty pockets. Raleigh fairly flew
along with the aid of the wind, unwel-
come as it was. And in an effort to
show his disregard of the elements, he
puckered cracked lips and tried to force
a whistle from a frozen throat. In his
mind like a flame burned knowledge of
a warm inn, a savory dinner, and a
fresh bed, and last and most strange,
actual credit. And, it was to this place
he made his perilous way.
'Twas at the corner of Fleet Street
and Dowgate Hill that the frozen gal-
lant was shocked from his reverie on
finding himself at the edge of a large
sheet of ice which extended to, and be-
yond, the four houses that cornered the
intersection. While the ice managed to
endure the scrutiny of the young man,
who, with dubious expression, contem-
plated the risk of striding boldly over
the treacherous glass, another group
approached from the opposite direc-
This day, of all uninviting London
days, Queen Elizabeth had chosen to
take a walk. Of course, her court had
hotly opposed such a plan, but opposi-
tion serves only to kindle a smouldering
will into a most rousing flame of action.
Stopping at the edge of the frozen
waste, she waited while her attendants
with expressions of most intense pain,
pondered in their minds the one ques-
tion — how to transport her highness
across the ice. They gathered together
in conference in groups of three and
four. Her highness, meanwhile, with
arms akimbo, tapped a befurred foot,
and regarded the sky with cold disdain.
The humor of the situation immediate-
ly presented itself to Raleigh. Evident-
ly a young noblewoman, unwilling to
tread upon the ice alone, was so unfor-
tunate as to have in her employ ser-
vants too stupid to do anything about
it. With a hearty Cossack roar, he
boldly strode across to her, hesitating
only to marvel at his newly-found sense
of equilibruim, and, before the dumb-
founded lady could speak, he picked her
up in two strong arms and started to
retrace his steps. Half the distance
having been traversed, the Queen and
her company gained their senses sim-
ultaneously, the latter closing gaping
mouths and joining in pursuit, and the
former kicking with such wild vigor,
that she was of necessity quickly dis-
posed of under one of Raleigh's arms:
her head bobbing in front and her feet
thrashing wildly in back. Using his
free arm as a balance, Raleigh managed
to keep both of them from catastrophe.
On reaching the other side, he righted
his burden, and stood before her await-
ing he knew not what. His suspense
did not endure long, for the Queen, with
flushed face and clothes slightly in dis-
array, gained a firm footing on the
ground, and, completing an are with
her right arm, laid a red welt across the
face of her rescuer.
That, readers, was a shock to Raleigh
as well as to you, but from it he soon re-
covered. And so, with a most engaging
smile and a courtly bow, enhanced by
a sweep of his sadly befeathered hat,
Raleigh turned and was lost from sight
around a corner. A cold gust of wind
fanned the Queen's hot cheeks, and, as
it passed, carried with it all unpleasant
thoughts. The pursuers, it may be
well to divulge, in an attempt to dupli-
cate the act of the pursued, met with
disaster, and sat in a sorry heap not
more than half way across the ice.
Elizabeth regarded them in quiet
amusement. Her feelings were fast
slipping from her control and, looking
in the direction of Raleigh's flight,
she gave way and permitted herself to
laugh more heartily than she had done
in years. She recovered with a start,
and, beckoning her attendants to fol-
low, the Queen, no longer walking, but,
in pursuit, rounded the same corner as
Dorothy Rose Perkins '34
WEEP SOME MORE, MY LADY!
We usually: regard crying as an un-
controllable expression of emotion, but,
skillfully exercised, it is one of wo-
men's greatest weapons. It is neces-
sary, however, to be able to cry at will.
Tears on tap is not the impossibility
that many people think it is. A famous
motion picture actress boasts that she
has never had to use glycerine tears in
her twenty years of stardom. Thinking
of some sorrow of the past will usually
cause the lachrymal moisture to appear.
When beguiling smiles and endearing
words have no effect on an obstinate
male, tears will shatter his obduracy to
bits. But they are a weapon which
must be used discreetly. Here are a
few helpful pointers:
1. Have a wee, lacy hankie handy,
which you can flutter helplessly.
2. Do not cry profusely. Loud sobs
destroy all the glamor of weeping. Very
few tears, no more than seven, are
enough; just enough to moisten the eye-
lashes. (Long, sweeping lashes are
quite necessary to create the proper
A bit of soliloquizing may work to
your advantage at this point. Some-
thing like this:
"All I'm asking you for is an or-
dinary ermine wrap — and you
won't give me it. After all, I do
need one — you can't expect me to
go out with just an evening dress
on — why, I'd catch cold and die —
but I guess you wouldn't mind that
- — you'd be glad you wouldn't have
to support me any longer." Sniff,
At this point he will put a protective
arm around your shoulders, help you
dry your tears, and promise you any-
thing your heart desires.
Caution : Do not assume a trium-
phant attitude as he hands you the
check. Just smile sweetly, which will
make him think of sunshine after an
April shower. At this point gratitude
may be shown by endearing words and
loving demonstrations of affection.
And now, lest we arouse the wrath
of the stronger sex, we humbly retire.
Laura Lamborghini '34
Given the thought, "THIS IS THE END," the
following, in the opinion of the editors, were
the best interpretations submitted by members
of the Senior Class:
IS THIS THE END?
The actress feels she's given her part
Not all that's worthy of her art,
And, sighing, says deep in her heart,
"This is the end!"
The broker who has lost his all
In the last stock-market fall,
When his proud name is damned, will call,
"This is the end!"
The mother who has lost her child,
Unwilling to be reconciled,
Cries from her soul with anguish wild,
"This is the end!"
The man who's hunting for a job,
Following the wandering, homeless mob,
Thinks, while he's choking back a sob,
"This is the end!"
Are these the ends toward which we're driven?
Are these the goals for which we've striven?
Should we think when ill-luck is given,
"This is the end?"
For is there not some higher fate,
Some greater end for which we wait?
For all these trials, however great,
Are not the end!
Marjorie S. Belcher '34
GLIMPSES OF TRAGEDY
The little man of ten or twelve
Has failed to pass
He bends his curly head
In pain — so deep
He needs must think —
"This is the end, —
I wish that I
The business man in stocks and bonds, —
His money and position
Swept away —
His business gone,
Looks up to heaven
With searching eyes, —
"This is the end,
Death would be sweeter, far,
A crushed mortal — groping for understanding
Kneels o'er the grave
Of loved one —
Dearer, far, than Life.
Why did you bring me this
It is the end —
I cannot now go on."
The plaintive man — lies on his bed —
Sick and feeble,
Slipping fast away.
Greedily he guards the every beat
Of his now faltering
"Oh, God, I feel the chill of Death,
My life is finished —
This is the end."
.And yet —
It is only the Beginning.
Elizabeth Wood '34
MASSASOIT CHAPTER OF THE NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY
Left to right (first row) : Marjorie Cantoni, Laura Lamborghini, Josephine
Montanari, Alyce Bussolari, Mary Riley; (second row) : Jeannette Martin, Marjorie
Belcher, William Brewster, president; Miss Charlotte Brown, faculty sponsor; Robert
Martin, Ruth Buttner, Eliabeth Wood, Shirley Dutton; (third row) : Anna Goldbergh,
Lucy Holmes, Florence Armstrong, George Farnell, Ralph Goodwin, Carlo Guidoboni,
Leroy Schreiber, Barbara Mellor, Flora Fortini
STAFF OF "THE PILGRIM"
Left to right (first row) : Augusta Cappella, Alba Martinelli, Mary Bodell, Florence
Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Charles Cooper, Harvey Barke; (second row): Laura
Lamborghini, Jeannette Martin, Marjorie Belcher, Gilbert Andrews, William Mac-
Phail, Robert Martin, Marion McGinnis, Lucy Holmes
Henry — a farm hand and country
Alcibiades Throckmorton — owner of
the Trockmorton homestead, a hu-
morous old codger
Belinda Throckmorton — his wife
Lucrezia Abigail Throckmorton —
Silas Sourpuss — an unscrupulous
The living room of the old Throck-
morton homestead. Brown and rusted
cat o' nine tails hang behind pictures of
bewhiskered uncles and sour faces of
great aunts. A thick red carpet covers
the floor, and all the furniture sug-
gests the "gay nineties." It is winter
and a light snow is falling.
Belinda enters with a carpet-sweeper
and begins cleaning the thick red car-
Belinda: Such dirt, such dirt! If Al-
cibiades would only learn to take off
his number sevens out in the entry!
Dear me! (Alcibiades enters.)
Alcibiades: (Huskily with a lump in
his throat) Well, today's the day
when old Silas Sourpuss forecloses on
our mortgage and we'll be put out in
the cold to freeze to death. Brr! I'd
rather die eating mince pie.
Belinda : How can you joke when that
old skinflint Silas Sourpuss is to have
us indisposed tonight?
Alcibiades: Dispossessed is the word
you want, Belindy dear, but I can't
do anything about it. I'm broke !
(He turns his pockets inside out.)
(Lucrezia Abigail enters running,
carrying a letter.)
Lucrezia : Look ! Look ! A letter from
rich Uncle Snodgrass Pharbenphin-
son — he is coming to visit us tomor-
row. Surely he will lend us the cart-
wheels (silver dollars) to pay old
Alcibiades: (Humming an old Scotch
air) The cartwheels are coming,
hurrah ! hurrah !
Belinda: Yes, but Silas will demand
his old money tonight. What shall
we do to stall him off 'til tomorrow?
We haven't a cent.
Alcibiades: Well, I could catch him a
skunk for a scent. (Chuckles, slaps
his thigh, bites off a chew of "Stand-
ard Navy," and swabs it around on
his toothless gums.) (A knock at the
Lucrezia: I'll go. (Opens the door)
Oh, come in, Silas Sourpuss. You
might as well, for this house is as
good as yours now. (sniff! sniff!)
Silas: (Entering) Heh, heh, heh. I
am soon to become the owner of this
fine piece of property, the old Throck-
morton homestead. You haven't the
money? (Rubs has hands)
Alcibiades: The only thing I'd ever
give you is a dirty look! (Chuckles
and vigorously swabs his "Standard
Navy around) Say, Belindy, why
did you throw my old spittoon out? I
Belinda: You always used to miss it
when it was here.
Silas: Stop this bantering. Either I
have the mortgage money or out you
go into the cold. Heh ! Heh ! Heh !
Belinda: Oh, please, Silas Sourpuss,
give us until tomorrow when Uncle
Snoddy comes. He will furnish the
Silas: No, a thousand times no! Will
you leave or must I call the sheriff?
(A knocking at the door)
Alcibiades: Who can that be?
Belinda : That must be Henry calling
on our daughter. Go let him in, Lu-
Silas : I won't have that impertinent
upstart in my house!
Alicibiades: (In an angry tone) This
house isn't yours yet, Silas Sourpuss.
Invite him in, Lucrezia!
Lucrezia : (opening door) Come in,
Henry. I'm afraid you can't stay
long, though, — we are going to be
ejected by that monster over there,
(Pointing to Silas)
Hanry: Why, you old nickle-nurser,
turning these helpless old folks out
into the cold, cruel world!
Silas: Heh, heh, heh! Well, I want
to be alone. Will you please leave?
Henry: Silas, I always knew you had
a hard heart and would foreclose so
I brought along my whole life's sav-
ings to keep this family from such
a cruel fate!
Lucrezia: Bravo! You tell 'im.
Henry: (Continuing) Can you change
a thousand dollar bill?
Silas: You haven't got a thousand bill.
In fact, you've never even seen one !
Henry: Look at this. (Drawing out a
greenback) Look at this, look at
the number in the corner.
Silas: Coises, foiled, a thousand dol-
lar bill. I'll come back tomorrow with
some change. (Goes out slamming
Alcibiades: Saved, by cracky!
Belinda: Henry, where did you ever
get so much money? You haven't
worked long enough to save up all
Lucrezia: (Going over to Henry and
putting arm around him) Henry, how
did you do it?
Henry: Well, you see my gran-pappy
fit at Chattanooga and got this off'n
a Rebel soldier. (Gives Alcibiades
the thousand dollar bill)
Alcibiades : Say, this is only an old
Civil War Confederate bill and by
cracky! it isn't even worth a collar-
button and a glass of water. Boy!
you certainly put one over on that
old penny-pincher !
Belinda: Uncle Snodgrass will be here
tomorrow and we'll be saved !
Alcibiades : Hurrah !
Lucrezia: (Snuggling up clooser to
her hero) Oh, Henry !
Francis Trask '34
TAKE A TUCK IN TIME
Oh, for a nimble needle huge,
And a slim thread strong and true,
And power to wield it mightily,
To go back a year or two.
I'd visit the cave man in his haunts,
And run from the dinosaur,
And watch the battle of centuries —
The triumph of hand over claw.
Prom Greece to Rome and the Orient,
Into the tombs of kings I'd look,
And ask great men of every age
To write in my autograph book.
I'd witness the battle of Marathon,
Watch Caesar killed by his foes,
For I'd know all the dates from my history book
And get a front seat for the shows.
And when all my travels are over and done
Though all places I've not seen yet,
I'd gladly return to dear '34
And teach ancient hist'ry, you bet!
G. Farnell 34
Oh, for 1 some magic power of human mind
To grasp and hold the beauty of this night,
To cherish deep within our inner soul
The sight of moonlight flooding misty fields,
The song of restless ocean on the shore.
The whispering softness of the evening wind, —
For beauty such as this must be short-lived;
The' moon descends, the night too soon is o'er,
And we are left with but a radiant memory.
John Anderson '34
LETTERS WE NEVER WROTE
The letters that were never written!
Sometimes how fortunate it is — some-
times how tragic — that we didn't write
those letters that we meant so much to
The letter that we mean to write to
the gas company about that terrible bill
of ours — we know it was too high. No
gas bill could ever be so high — it wasn't
natural. In the burning moment when
we first received it, we composed an in-
dignant, a scathing letter to the com-
pany — bidding them get the extra
charge if they could and giving an elo-
quent description of exactly what we
thought of them. But we never sent it.
The heated indignation passed and, we
made out the check like a docile little
lamb and forwarded it promptly. Was
that tragic — or fortunate ?
The letter to the income tax collec-
tor — poor man ! We lay in our beds the
night we finished adding up what we
owed the government and wrote in our
minds a masterpiece of literature. The
government would have been petrified
by the frigidity of it, if it had ever re-
ceived that letter. But it didn't. We
just sent in our check, and timidly wor-
ried for fear the discovery would be
made that it was a bit late.
The "sorry" letter — the one that be-
gins "I was to blame" — the unborn let-
ter that might have smoothed the path
and prevented much trouble and heart-
ache. Tragic — but it was never writ-
The hundreds of letters that we
meant to write during our vacations!
We pictured them so clearly in our
minds — a suitable, witty message for
each of our friends and family — all
bringing a glow of satisfaction and tak-
ing a great load off our mind. But we
never did send them.
THE letter, a ghost-letter, that comes
to us in the middle of the night and
makes us miserable — the letter we
longed to write to someone we really
thought of — the kind, sweet letter that
someone wanted. This is the letter we
put off (but knew every word of it
by heart, so often had we penned it in
our mind) and did not write, — the let-
ter that cannot now be written because
it is too late!
How much trouble can be caused by
a few penned lines — yet how much joy
Elizabeth Wood '34
SLIPS THAT PASS IN THE
When the bell rang, announcing the
beginning of period 1 in M. H. S., one
Monday morning, several students, who
were so unfortunate as to have a study
period at that time, came noisily into
the study hall and took their places.
Bill and John, sitting at the back of the
room near a radiator and several win-
dows, finally selected large blue books
and dejectedly and sleepily delved into
Both soon became very uncomfort-
able because of the proximity of the
heated radiator and turned simultan-
eously, stealthily raising two of the
windows. This having been completed,
they sank slowly into their seats, en-
joying the cool breeze and awaiting the
inevitable which quickly took place. It
began with two or three freezing
glances from as many girls, seated sev-
eral rows to the front. Dick, who sat in
front of Bill, soon got up and closed the
windows, midst a chorus of expres-
sions, such as "Pansy" and "He can't
take it" from John and Bill.
They all settled down to work soon,
however, for approximately ten min-
utes when Bill interrupted Dick in the
middle of an algebraic equation by lift-
ing his chair suddenly and pushing it
violently to the left, dislodging it, with
appropriate noise, from its allotted
place. John having been watching the
teacher, Miss Jones, throughout the en-
tire process, suddenly became strangely
interested in his book, while Dick la-
boriously replaced his chair and then
left for the library in search of a ref-
erence book. Immediately his chair was
arranged to suit the plotters, and sev-
eral of his books disappeared, with
more or less noise, to various parts of
This did not pass unchallenged. Miss
Jones approached belligerently and de-
manded to be told the cause of the dis-
turbance. Silence prevailed ! Mean-
while Dick returned and, after having
gathered his scattered books, returned
to his desk and solemnly sat down. With
a resounding detonation, the chair slid
into its proper position, much to Dick's
embarrassment. Miss Jones again ap-
proached, but, much to the relief of all
concerned, she stopped to talk with one
of her A pupils.
Tired of fooling, John returned to
the more tiring process of studying,
as did the others. Ten minutes later,
however, a slip of paper, having started
from no one knew where, was passed
from student to student, leaving merri-
ment in its wake. Three minutes later,
Dick, who had been sitting there, puz-
zled, began to laugh, and Miss Jones
started once more on the well-beaten
path to the familiar corner in order to
discover the cause of such an unre-
strained outburst. Fortunately, -how
ever, before she reached her destina-
tion, the bell rang, and Dick, Bill, and
John were lost in the crowd, suspending
operations until a future date.
Harry Burns '34
THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN
The old fellow didn't go around much
— not even to church on Sunday. But
every day he went walking in the
woods. He'd stay almost all day and
then around six o'clock he'd come walk-
ing up the street again. He didn't
speak to any of the neighbors, so they
didn't bother to speak to him. No one
visited him when he first came to town.
He didn't care, though — just kept to
himself. The people did notice him,
though — wondered about him all the
time. The wives looked out their front
windows to watch him when he went
by. His house always looked pretty
good. He hired somebody to paint it
every five years — and the barn out
back. He kept all the pickets on the
fences. Once a year he had a woman
in to clean, but she never found out
much about him. Said he was neat
and there wasn't much work for her to
Probably he had been good-looking
when he was young. He had a great
white beard that reached way down to
his neck — kept his hand on it all the
time, — while he walked — talked — any-
thing. Nobody ever saw him without
his hand on that great white beard. He
was tall — big-framed — health-looking.
He dressed just ordinary — brown coat.
He had a fine, regular face — almost like
a woman's, — long, thin nose — thin, sen-
sitive lips — dark, deep-set eyes. His
eyes — they were kind of funny, though.
One day a neighbor went over to see
if he could use the telephone, because
his was out of order. But the old fel-
low wouldn't even let him come in. The
neighbor was mad because he had to
walk a long way to another telephone.
The other day they found him. He
died in the night. Old age — that's what
the doctor said. He died an easy death.
Just fell asleep when he went to bed
and then never woke up. That's the
best way to go — just fall asleep — easy-
like. He looked so calm lying in the
big oak bed — his arms outside the cov-
ers — everything in order — nothing
even mussed. His face was peaceful,
satisfied. His face sure was beautiful.
Never saw such a beautiful face on a
man. His eyes were closed. His left
hand was on his great white beard. In
his other hand was a bunch of papers —
all written on, fine — pinned together
with a little wire clip.
He didn't have any folks. Nobody
knew about any, anyway. And they
never found any.
When the undertaker came to fix him,
he took the papers. Said they were all
crazy. The old man must have been
awful queer. Said they were all about
some religious stuff — how he had found
the Perfect Way — the True God — death.
Eclectic, the undertaker called it. Said
he was a fanatic or something. May-
be. His eyes — they were kind of funny.
Dorothy Holmes '34
EULOGY FOR SAM
"You never knew my pal Sam, did
you? One swell guy, Sam. Greatest
friend a fellow ever had. Sam roamed
more, saw more places, did more things
than anyone this side of the Mississippi.
Sam was a sailor. I say was because
he — well, he passed away yesterday.
Didn't die any natural, painless death
in his sleep, either. Nothing as tame
as that for Sam. Sam was killed fight-
ing a Chinaman in San Francisco. He
would have been still living, too, if the
dirty double-crosser hadn't stuck him
in the back. I wonder how Sam came
to let that Chinaman get behind
him . . .
"Sam and I were brought up in the
same village. When Sam was fourteen,
he ran away to sea. I stayed here. But
Sam was always a great one for ad-
venture, so he ran away. He came
back, though. But each time he came
back it wasn't with the idea of staying
— no, sir. He wanted me to go away to
sea with him. What stories he used to
tell me! The stormy and calm days on
the sea, the foreign lands, the gold
mines he'd found, his experiences fight-
ing his way through the jungle, the
mammouth sea serpents, the octopi
he'd wrestled with in the depths of the
sea — oh, Sam was some man all right!
He was no liar, either. I don't say he
didn't stretch the truth a little at times.
Who doesn't? And I know Sam had
wonderful things happen to him. Why,
that time he — well, I'll get to that.
"As I was saying, Sam kept asking
me to go with him. One day I said I'd
go. We got out on the middle of the
ocean, and after a few days of seasick-
ness, I began to enjoy myself.
"Then one day a storm came up, and
what a storm! The ship rolled and
pitched and pitched and rolled. The
crew wa^ scurrying around, but I had
enough to do to keep myself out of
the ocean. What waves! Those waves
were so big that they washed every-
thing moveable off the deck and
drenched everything under the deck.
"Sam was having a hard time of it.
The waves were almost making him
lose his grip on the wheel. Every
time I got a chance I looked to see
whether he was still there. For a while
he stuck like a leech. Then I looked
again and, horrified, I caught a glimpse
of his feet going overboard The wheel
spun 'round, and the ship, out of control,
swung around, also. I rushed to grab
the wheel, but another wave was com-
ing over — a huge green mountain!
The ship lurched. The wave towered
over it, then came on — and with it came
"Don't tell me he wasn't some man !"
Florence Armstrong '34
THE DAY'S END
Out of the east
Like a plumed knight,
The sun mounts to the sky
On a gallant quest.
As time goes on,
Like an injured knight,
Wounded in battle
With the powerful night,
It sinks toward the earth,
Leaving an endless
Trail of blood.
Then the death blow
By darkness is dealt —
The end has come.
Carlo Guidoboni '34
A LITTLE BOY SPEAKS
Oh, Mother, sing me a song of the sea,
For I am afraid of death;
Oh, Mother, take the fear from me,
And sing me to sleep
With a song of the deep,
And the sea-wind's salty breath.
For, Mother, the nights are growing long,
And the dark is drawing near;
Oh, Mother, sing me a brave sea-song,
And send me to sleep
With a song of the deep
That will drive away my fear.
Marion McGinnis '35
TO THE TOWER OF LEARNING
I stood at the crossroads of life one day,
Pull eager to find the noblest way
To climb the pathway to Learning and Fame.
I hesitated to make my choice.
It seemed as though I heard a voice
Off in the distance, calling my name.
I waited, and then to my listening ear
It spoke in tones so sweet and clear
That I marvelled as it began to say:
"My child, before your choice you would make,
Please let me show you the right road to take,
Here is the path — its journey is hard;
Sometimes its obstacles may you retard
And cause you to rue your decision.
But this is the path that will bring you much
All the values of lifa you'll surely not miss,
And your reward at the end, you may vision.
For the Tower of Learning completes this long
May you climb to its heights, and never once fail
To realize the dreams of your future!"
And now, my class, as Commencement Day
I relate what the voice said to me.
May everyone heed its worthwhile advice,
If the top of that tower he'd see.
Shirley Dutton '34
An ocean liner
Carries its precious load
Across the blue expanse —
Some young children
On their first trip,
Some old men on their last,
Sorne young actors,
A singer, or a poet,
A musician, or maybe
Just a merchant,
Going back to the
Land of his birth.
Such differences among them !
Yet they are outwardly alike
While they sail on — on — on
To unknown destinies.
Jeanette Goodwin '35
A SHORT STORY'S SHORT STORY
Oh gosh! I've got to write a short
story. No, I'll make it a play and I'll
have, let's see what shall I have? — No,
I guess that I'll just have to make it a
short story. What will it be about?
I know, I'll have it about some fellow
telling what he learned in high school.
What I Learned in High School
I, John Brown, being required to write
what I learned in high school, do submit
the following thesis: (I'm afraid that
I've mixed a few facts.)
I learned that the square of the hypo-
tenuse of a right triangle plus the cube
of the cosine of x plus two equals the
tense of be.
Ohm's Law and the valence of the
element copper are contributing factors
to the popular belief that pink tooth
brush is a hereditary disease.
Caesar was ambitious, but why
should Polonius give advice to Laertes
when Clay, the Great Emancipator
gave Hammurapi's Code to General
In twenty-one days an egg becomes a
chicken and, if two horses can do the
work in three days, the reason for the
formation of the German Confederation
was the professional jealousy between
Ptolemy I and Archduke Maximilian.
Rasputin murdered Napoleon in 1812
at the Battle of Bull Run and Brutus
caused the World War by killing Cleo-
patra with a wasp.
Croesus made all of his money by
holding Ophelia for ransom until Si-
las Marner paid Mrs. Micawber the
two dollars that he borrowed from the
Ancient Mariner. . . .
Now that I've written this much, how
shall I end it? I can have John taking
an entrance examination for an insane
asylum or have him dream all of it.
Well, I guess I just won't pass any
story in. It isn't required, so I suppose
my mark can stand it.
Gilbert Andrews '34
A BIT OF AN OVERSIGHT
He was on his way home with his new car,
which was absorbing all his attention when he
felt that he had forgotten something. Twice
he stopped, counted his parcels, and searched
his pocketbook, but finally decided that he had
everything with him. Yet the feeling persisted.
When he reached home his daughter ran out,
stopped short, and cried, "Why, Father, where's
Taken from the South African News — Natal,
South Africa :
Evidence of efforts to implant food wisdom in
the young Japanese mind is provided in this
quotation from a sample of school composition.
"The banana are great, remarkable fruit.
He are constructed in the same architectural
style as the honourable sausage. Difference be-
ing skin of sausage are habitually consumed,
while it not adviceable to eat rapping of
Banana are held aloft while consuming; sau-
sage are usually left in reclining position. Sau-
sage depend for creation on human being or on
stuffing machine, while banana are pristine
product of honourable Mother Nature.
In case of sausage both conclusions are at-
tached to other sausages; honourable banana,
on the other hand, are joined on one end to the
stem and opposite termination are entirely
Intor ®tp Wljtt* (ttnpaltx
What has happened this last year
We tell all now to you,
And let it pass before you
In a little news review.
May we jog your memory a bit, and
bring back to you the school high-
lights of the year of N. R. A. (No Radio
Allowed), C. C. C. (Continued Crowded
Conditions), C.W. A. (Can't Work Any-
way), P. W. A. (Pupils Working Am-
bitiously! ! ! ? and S. A. S. (Seats are
Surely you haven't forgotten the
"Jewels of Isabella" (Dorothy Perkins)
presented by Miss Brown's United
States History classes last October?
Wasn't "Brick" Bennett lovely as the
Virgin and didn't Carlo make a realistic
Columbus when he devoured raw frank-
furters and Italian "pone" with appal-
ling gusto ?
Do you remember Mr. Schlagenhauf
of Northeastern who spoke to us 'way
back last September, and those two ab-
sorbing musical assemblies in which
Miss Leavitt of B. U. School of Music,
was pianist and teacher? Believe it or
not, even the sophisticated seniors be-
came interested in her combination of
music and fairy story ! (We mourn the
loss of senior dignity!)
You can't have forgotten Doctor
Grafflin who gave the sage advice,
"Don't be a human pickle."
And now just a reminder lest you
forget the fine Armistice Day program
presented by the Junior English classes.
"Ki! Yi! Yi!" (I'm heading for the
last roundup!") and the beat of the
tom-tom resounded through the ancient
and well-worn corridors when Joe Po-
canto, honest-to-goodness, cross-our-
hearts "Injun," gave us an example of
his tribal sun dance.
"Mammy's little baby loves shortnin'
bread," and maybe we didn't love to
sing it with Ernest Johnson, negro
tenor, leading us.
Then there was Joe Toye of the Bos-
ton Herald Traveller, who took us be-
hind the scenes with a newspaper man,
and maybe we didn't envy Richard Ben-
nett, Class of '24, P. H. S., who spent
a year in Spain sketching and trav-
eling when he narrated his experiences
to us in an assembly.
The Commercial Department had an
assembly especially appealing to them
when Mr. Willard of the Bentley
School of Accounting spoke to us last
"Do right and fear no man, don't
write and fear no woman," advises one
of the witty motto's on Miss Cary's
blackboard. (We'd like to follow its ad-
vice, but someone's got to write this
column.) Ah, me, and lack-a-day,
let's be brave and continue. . . .
Wellllll — there was a Senior Dance
last December, probably long since for-
gotten, but nevertheless very successful
and well attended.
Clubs have been unusually active this
year. Now let's see — there's the
Sophomore Creative Writing Club un-
der Mrs. Swift's supervision; the Jun-
ior Press Club which keeps the town
newspapers well informed on school ac-
tivities; and the Latin Club which has
had a picnic and Valentine Party for
Freshman (we suspect Miss Wilber of
liking the lean and hungry Frosh).
The Latin Club also sponsored Tuesday
night Reading Circles for Sophomores.
Oliver Matinzi surprised us with his
ability when he became actor in the
Thanksgiving Play presented and writ-
ten by members of the Sophomore Eng-
The Christmas Spirit was much in
evidence last Yuletide. Besides the
usual Christmas boxes prepared for
needy families by home rooms, and the
sale of tickets for a movie benefit
which helped finance the Kiddies Party,
the Senior English Classes gave an in-
spiring play, "The Cathedral Clock".
Lawrence Bongiovani's interpretation
of the Blind Visitor showed unusual
dramatic talent, and John Ferreira is
to congratulated on his faithful repro-
duction of a German fifteenth-century
A novel sketch of Washington and
Lincoln conversing, celebrated their
birthdays jointly at an assembly spon-
sored by the Sophomore History Classes.
How well do you know your "90 com-
mon errors"? Wa found out last No-
vember when Education Week was ob-
served with a presentation of "S.O S "
an original play by Daniel Brown. Flor-
ence Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Sarah
Dill, and James Louden were the most
apt at recognizing poor English, and
were rewarded with cash prizes
Ooooh ! I wish I'd studied my English
grammar more ! !
After seeing balls vanish mysterious-
ly into thin air in a short assembly one
morning, the student body decided to
sponsor an evening of magic by the
Great Bruce. We're still wondering
what the connection was between the
trap door which Mr. Bodell cut in the
stage floor the morning of February
8th, and the performance that night of
Great Bruce, the magician.
Sports Results (Graded)
Girls' Hockey B
Football D (It breaks our
Girls' Basketball C
Boys' Basketball A But, oh, that tour-
Do you remember Jeannette, Buddy,
and Harry as cheerleaders at the Arm-
istice Day football game? How the
wind did blow! (Martyrs to a good
cause.) The torch which they lighted
burned on brightly thru the basketball
season when school spirit manifested it-
Don't you just love the Senior Class
rings? (Patience is rewarded!) The
Junior's taste in rings isn't so, bad
either. Have you seen theirs yet?
Do you remember these school social
The Senior Project with its apprecia-
tive audience at the play, and the en-
thusiastic group of dancers later on?
The Sophomore Hop — a recent inno-
vation and a great success?
The Freshman Dance always antici-
pated and much enjoyed?
The Junior Prom — the year's social
highlight held in a beautifully decorat-
At a most interesting assembly a
short time ago, Mr. Warren of the State
Farm in Bridgewater gave us an un-
usual talk on his work among the men-
"Bravo ! Encore !" and great applause
rang through our spacious ( ?) assem-
bly hall as Mr. Walters of the New Eng-
land Conservatory of Music entertained
us at the piano with some exceptional 1 ^
fine playing. With him, Mr. Dyer told
us some interesting facts about La Belle
France. (Attention, Miss Carey, we
make practical use of our French ! !)
At another assembly, a jolly soul-
saver, Colonel Walter Winchell, other-
wise known as the Bishop of the Bow-
ery, increased our store of knowledge
about that world-famed section of New
A new thing in student organiza-
tions is the Student Activities Society,
which has recently been organized to
"encourage and coordinate extra-
curricula activities both new and old
within the school." Although there is
little time for action this year, the or-
ganization is making a good start for a
year of great activity next year. More
power to you, S. A. S. !
Yum! Yum! Weren't we hungry!
But who wouldn't be after seeing the
moving pictures given at the Old Colony
Theatre through the courtesy of Mr.
Kunze and the Hershey Chocolate Com-
The Pilgrim Staff has attended two
meetings of the Southeastern Massa-
chusetts League of School Publications,
one in Milton, the other in Bridgewater.
Now we'll cease, desist, and stop —
In other words, refrain —
Until next year, when we'll be back
To pester you again.
Marjorie S. Belcher '34
Alba Martinelli '36
Members of the Class of '33 Seeking
Milton Berg, who is enrolled at
Brown University, is, of course, doing
well scholastically, and has found time
to go out for freshman football.
Gilbert Besse, at Northeastern Uni-
versity, is among the leaders of his
Enzo Bongiovanni, who is honoring
Wilbraham Academy with his presence,
may be seen walking along Main Street
with a collegiate pipe in his mouth
humming the tune, "Smoke Gets in
Warren Davis, who was forced to
forsake Phillips Andover Academy for
the Phillips House (Massachusetts
General Hospital) due to an unruly
appendix, is back at the academy, a few
inches taller, but otherwise unchanged.
Ferdinand Fiocchi (Dr. Fiocchi to
you) is at Tufts College preparing
either for the medical or dental profes-
Bertha James finds it as easy to
lead the girls of Hampton Institute in
athletics as she did our own P. H. S.
Justin Walker is at Higgins Class-
ical Institute. His athletic endeavors,
while most successful, have resulted in
another cauliflower ear.
Marjorie Cassidy, the only repre-
sentative of the Class of '33 to enroll
at Bridgewater State Teachers' College,
is maintaining the fine quality of work
which marked her high school days.
Dorothy Testoni and Edith Hal-
berg are upholding the honor of our
school at Chandler Secretarial and do-
ing a very fine piece of work at it.
Joseph Shaw is among these brave
souls who arise at an unearthly hour in
order to catch the early morning train
for Northeastern University.
Down at Hyannis Teachers' College,
Frances Burgess is putting forth her
best efforts and doing very well.
Margaret Whiting, '33's overworked
artist, is continuing her chosen work at
the Vesper George School of Art.
Kenneth Tingley, the quiet little
fellow himself, is singing the praise of
Boston University, and in no uncertain
Edward Warnsman, who has aided
so greatly in giving P. H. S. dramatics
their fine name, is studying at the New
England Conservatory of Music.
Anna O'Brien, the delegate to La-
sell Junior College, is fulfilling her mis-
Victoria Brewer is using the energy
which used to be spent in performing
artistic duties for the class, in making
a name for herself at Bryant and Strat-
Iris Albertini is piling up honors at
Radcliffe. Still, what else could be ex-
pected of Iris?
Gilbert Harlow, the leader of the
Class of '33, has been elected Vice-
President of the Freshman Class at
Tufts College and ranks fifth highest
Jeannette Martin '34
Left to right (first row) : (P) Tony Gavoni, Alton Cavicchi, Edward Brewster,
James Marada, Burnham Young, Vincent Baietti, Albert Albertini; (second row):
James Boyle, Carmino Rossetti, Antonio Provinzano, Arthur Ragazzini, Carlo
Guidoboni, Vincent Tassinari, Ralph Goodwin; (third row): Charles Potter, re-
porter; Olindo Borghesani, Eric Eccleston, Robert Martin, William MacPhail, Alton
Whiting, David Brewer, Dunham Rogers, Bradford Martin, Louis Poluzzi, Balmon
Pimental, Mr. Smith, coach
The past football season proved to be
a most disastrous one for Plymouth
High School. The team won only one
game, tied another, and lost six.
With the very first game the injury
jinx started and followed the team
through the entire season. Beginning
with Falmouth, the team won a victory
over the Cape boys, but with the Hing-
ham game the injuries started to pile
up and so did the defeats.
The following members of last year's
team have hung up the moleskins for
the last time: Warren Sampson,
Thomas Roncarati, Joseph Stefani,
Olindo Borghesani, Carlo Guidoboni,
Charles Ryan, and Francis Lavache.
With Bradford Martin, Andrew Bas-
ler, Arthur Raggazini, Jack Guimares,
Vincent Neri, Albert Albertini, and
Alonzo James returning for next year's
team, prospects for a good season are
Coach Bagnall also expects promising
material from the freshman team.
The basketball season, from the points
of attendance and finances, was the
most successful one in the history of
the school. Each game was played be-
fore capacity crowds.
The team lost only two games during
the scheduled season, but was defeated
by Abington in the semi-final round at
the South Shore tournament in Brock-
ton. Incidentally Abington went on to
win the tournament and gain perman-
ent possession of the Kiwanis trophy.
It was necessary to win this trophy
three times to hold it. By defeating
Rockland in the consolation game,
Plymouth gained third place.
The following players will be lost to
the team for next year: William Mac-
Phail, Dunham Rogers, Thomas Ron-
carati, Harold Clark, Ralph Goodwin,
Arthur Strassel, and Charles Ryan.
Among the players who will return
to the game are: Bradford Martin, Al-
ton Whiting, Atteo Ferrazi, Mario
Garuti, Louis Polluzzi, and Gerald
Two Plymouth players, Alonzo James
and Arthur Strassel, were chosen by
the coaches of the district for the all-
district team. The team was picked
in this way: each coach had five votes,
one vote for each position on the
team, and the player who received
most votes for a position was given
that position on the mythical team.
"Babe" James received eight votes of
a possible nine, and Strassel received
Congratulations, Babe and Art.
Before the actual call for candidates
for varsity baseball was issued, an
intra-mural league was formed. In this
league there were eight teams. The
captains of the teams were appointed
by Coaches Smith and Bagnall, and
then at a meeting of the coaches and
captains, teams were chosen with ap-
proximately twelve players allowed to
each team. The games were started im-
mediately after the selection of players.
Before the season was many days old
it was announced that, through the ef-
forts of Coach Bagnall and the courtesy
and generosity of "Eddie" Collins, Vice-
President of the Boston Red Sox, the
winners of the league would be the
guests of the Red Sox management at
a ball game on May 14.
"Babe" James and his team, after a
close race, were finally declared the
champions of the league, and so it was
their good fortune to be the guests of
the Red Sox.
As this edition goes to press, the
varsity baseball schedule has not
started. The first game of the season
was to have been played at Middleboro
on May 4, but was called off because of
rain and later cancelled because an-
other suitable date could not be ar-
The first warm days of spring found
a large and promising group of track
aspirants answering Coach Smith's call
for candidates. The first few days were
spent in limbering up stiff muscles, —
then followed a period of real training
This year Coach Smith had a novel
way of running off the inter-class track
meet. Instead of having the whole meet
on one afternoon, a different event was
held each day. In this way Coach Smith
was able to form a more accurate
opinion of each candidate. After all
the events had been held, it was found
that the senior class had easily won,
with the juniors in second place. The
seniors had a decided edge in the track
events, but the other classes pressed the
victors in the field events.
In the first inter-scholastic meet our
boys were defeated by a fine Braintree
team by the one-sided score of 54-17.
The Plymouth boys next journeyed to
Hingham where they were barely nosed
out by the score of 45-41. In this meet
Plymouth showed a great deal of im-
provement. As this issue goes to press,
there remain four dual meets and a dis-
trict meet at Brockton in which the
Plymouth High team will participate.
Francis Lavache '34
BOYS' BASKETBALL TEAM
Left to right (first row) : Dunham Rogers, Arthur Strassel, Alonzo James, Ralph
Goodwin, Thomas Roncarati, Charles Ryan; (second row): Mario Garuti, Atteo
Ferazzi, Bradford Martin, William MacPhail, Alton Whiting, Harold Clark
BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM
Left to right (first row): Carleton Petit, Ralph Lamborghini; (second row): Albert
Albertini, Ralph Goodwin, Arthur Ragazzini, Alonzo James, Thomas Roncarati,
Robert Profetty; (third row): Carmino Rossetti, Atteo Ferrazi, Harold Clark, Alton
Whiting, Charles Bagnall, coach; George Courtney, Bradford Martin, Andrew Basler,
Another successful season for Plym-
Mrs. Garvin built her team around
four of last year's players. The Sopho-
mores should be given special credit for
This season Plymouth played six in-
terscholastic games. We were victor-
ious in three, tied two, and lost one.
The Alumnse game, which was the
most interesting and exciting game of
the season, ended in a 2-2 tie. Louise
Guy, '29, was the outstanding player on
the Alumnse team.
While the seniors maintained their
good records of former years, there
were several outstanding sophomores.
Among them were Margaret Donovan,
who has been ranked as one of Plymouth
High's best center-forwards ; and Janet
Clark, who is trying to equal the good
record that her aunt made in '29 as left-
P. H. S. schedule— 1933
Team Place Score
seniors who served were E. Bradford,
M. Zandi, R. Gardner, D. Perkins, A.
Cappella; the junior was H. Brewer.
The whole of last year's team having
graduated, Mrs. Garvin was forced to
re-organize her team. Because of this
handicap we were not so successful as
usual in this sport. However Coach
Garvin has found several freshman
and sophomores who may prove to be
very good players.
The first team was defeated in every
game, while the second team won two
P. H. S. Schedule— 1933-34
Team Place Score
Rockland There 32-13
Middleboro Here 23-15
Alumnse Here 05-13
Middleboro There 29-25
Rockland Here 24-09
For the first time the Plymouth girls
played intra-mural games in basketball.
Having these games increases the abil-
ity of the players and gives every girl
a real chance to play basketball.
Five seniors and one junior were cap-
tains of these intra-mural teams. The
As in all other sports, many of the
stars graduated in 1933. With Bertha
James and Hazel Clark gone, the Track
team was handicapped. But, again our
Coach, who just won't let things like
this discourage her, has been selecting
her girls from the freshman and sopho-
more groups. She hopes that these
young athletes will take the places of
the former stars.
"Shall we again carry off the honors
at the Brockton Track Meet as we
have done in former years?" is the
TENNIS AND BASEBALL
Mrs. Garvin is planning to continue
her coaching in tennis this year. She
wishes to build a girls' tennis team that
will compete with other schools.
Because of the successful baseball
season last year, we have decided to
continue this sport. Last year was our
first venture into this field. Coach Gar-
vin has scheduled games with Hanover
and Scituate. Plymouth will also play
return games with these schools.
Augusta Cappella '34
Continued from page 16
ered another stormy year, and the hope
that you succeed as well with the class
To the Class of 1935 : May the com-
ing senior class be as prompt and de-
cisive in making class meeting decisions
as their most worthy predecessors !
To the Class of 1936 : We leave the
P. H. S. remembering your highly in-
tellectual class, and, if any of us return
as P. G.'s, let it be known that the
cause is probably the desire to see more
of certain young "flames."
To the Class of 1937 : May the next
class of freshies stuff as much paper
into your new desks as you did into
Drawn up in the offices of Rosen-
crantz, Guildenstern, Eckbeum, and
Schmultz; and to be executed through
the agency of Karl von Tegavootchi.
Percival P. Flannelmouth, Esq.
Pancho B. Gomez II
-- . — - . ... •-
GIRLS' BASEBALL TEAM
Left to right (first row): Daisy Hall, Alba Martinelli, Ruth Gardner, Elizabeth
Vaughn, Lucy Mayo, Janet Clark, Thelma Ferioli, Alma Guidetti; (second row):
Alice Hall, Nellie Pierce, Jean Whiting, Katharine Lahey, Evelyn Schreiber, Catherine
(Cris) Christie, Margaret Donovan, Edna Nickerson; (third row) : Ruth Valler,
Marguerite (Keth) Ketchen, Aurora Regini, Gertrude Simmons, Mrs. Garvin, coach;
Elise Monti, Marion Morey, Jennie Mazilli, Augusta Cappella
GIRLS' HOCKEY TEAM
Left to right (first row): Margaret Donovan, Theresa Govi, Augusta Cappella,
Alma Guidetti, Edna Nickerson; (second row) : Elizabeth Vaughn, Lucy Mayo, Ruth
Gardner, Ruth Buttner, Janet Clark, Evelyn Schreiber, Alice Hall; (third row):
Ruth Valler, Daisy Hall, Aurore Regini, Jean Whiting, Gertrude Simmons, Catherine
Christie, Thelma Ferioli, Mrs. Garvin, coach
_ Cest la foret que les Americains
aiment. Dans la foret on trouve beau-
coup d'arbres verts et d'arbustes. Le
fond est couvert de gazon et de belles
fleurs. La silence tranquille, la brise
fraiche, la franchise d'espace: ce sont
les charmes principaux de la foret. En
hiver, la beaute prodigieuse de la foret
s'augmente. Tous les abres sont
couverts de neige qui petille dans la
clarte du soleil. La neige blanche pro-
tege tout. Oh est etonne par le
changement d'aspect. Le vent siffle
dans les branches des abres.
Au printemps les arbres nues sont
changes par la naissance des feuilles.
Avec cette naissance arrivent les petits
oiseaux. Leurs chants joyeux sont
accueillis par tout le monde. Dans- les
lieux ombreux, on trouve la petite vi-
olette douce. Partout on voit le retour
a la vie apres le long hiver. Partout on
trouve la joie de la vie. Ah! que la
foret est magnifique !
Leroy Schreiber '34
Un homme nomme Patrick O'Riley
etait un grand buveur. Sa femme, qui
voulait corriger l'habitude, a cherche
le conseil de sa voisine. Elle lui a ex-
plique un plan.
— Parce que votre mari passe un
cimetiere tous les soirs cachez-vous-y
et, auand il passe, faites sieme des bras
et dites — "O-o-o-o, je suis Satan !" Ceci
l'effrayera beaucoup et il ne touchera
jamais plus de liqueur.
Le prochain soir le femme attendait
son mari au cimetiere. Quand Patrick
y passait, elle fit signe des bras et elle
dit. "O-o-o-o, je suis Satan!"
Patrick, pas deconcerte. s'avanca et
dit, "Touchez-la, je me suis marie avec
George Farnell '34
II y etait un preteur d'argent qui
demeurait dans une petite ville. II etait
notoire parce qu'il etait si chiche. Un
jour pendant qu'il se promenait il a
perdu son porte-feuille dans lequel il y
avait deux cent cinquante dollars. II a
mis un avis dans le journal mais son
porte-feuille n'etait pas rendu. Apres
un mois il a decide que quiconque l'avait
trouve avait tenu l'argent.
Un jour, apres que deux mois ont
passe, un fermier a frappe a la porte.
II l'avait trouve.
Le fermier attendait pour voir si
1 'homme lui donnerait une petite re-
compense. La preteur a ouvert le porte-
feuille, a compte l'argent et dit,
— Bien, tout l'argent est ici, mais ou
est l'interet pour les deux mois pendant
lesquels je ne pouvais pas m'en servir?
Artos Bonzagni '34
LA VIELLE FRUITIERE
On voyait tou jours dans les rues de
Paris une vieille dame habillee d'une
robe noire dechiree, et portant un grand
chapeau couvrant presque ses petits
yeux. Elle portait un panier plein de
pommes et d'autres fruits qu'elle
rendait aux gens qui passaient ca et la
dans les rues. On l'appelait Madame
Un jour elle est allee dans la Rue St.
Marie pour vendre ses fruits a une belle
jeune fille, une dansense dans le theatre.
Madame Boucart aimait beaucoup cette
fille non sulement parce qu'elle etait or-
pheline mais parce qu'elle semblait tou-
jours triste, desireuse d'avoir quelqu'un
avec qui elle pouvait parler. Ce jour,
quand elle est arrivee a la porte derriere
le theatre, elle n'a pas trouve Mile. La
Belle et ayant demande a quelqu'un ou
elle se trouvait, la vieille dame a appris
que la danseuse etait tres malade dans
La pauvre etait tres triste mais avant
qu'elle put demander a quelqu'un le nora
de l'hopital, un agent de police l'a prise
par le bras et lui dit :
— Mile. La Belle veut vous< voir im-
mediatement dans l'Kopital de Paris.
En y arrivant elle etait menee dans
une chambre ou se couchait le jeune fille.
— Bon jour, Madame Boucart, dit la
fille a voix basse.
— Bon jour, ma chere, repondit la
vieille dame. Est-ce que vous etes tres
malade, ma petite?
— Oui, mais comme vous etes mon
amie, je veux vous confier quelque chose.
Quand j'etais enfant ma mere m'a
quitte. Elle a ecrit une lettre a mon
pere, dans laquelle elle lui a dit qu'elle
n'etait pas digne de lui et qu'elle ne
aussi qu'il trouverait une autre femme
qui n'avait pas passe une mauvaise vie
comme elle Favait fait. Elle s'appelle
Anna Beaumont. Si vous pouvez la
trouver, dites-lui que je l'aimais bien
qu'elle , mais lai jeune fille
n'avait pas la force de finir. La vieille
dame a decouvert trop tard que cette
chere amie etait sa fille.
Josephine Montanari '34
Apres le scandale recent de Stavisky
qui a cause la ruine de deux gouverne-
ments francais et presqu'une revolution,
les Francais ont rappele du sud de la
France un petit homme, le seul homme
qui put restituer l'ordre. II s'appelle
Gaston Doumerge et quand il est arrive,
les gens se sont rejouis.
II y avait beaucoup d'autres prob-
lemes a resoudre: le franc etait en
danger, le budget n'etait pas balance, il
y avait la question de Hitler.
Un de ses premiers accomplissements
etait le balancement du budget. II a
ordonne qu'il soit passe avant le premier
mars-. A minuit, le vingt-huit f evrier on
a arrete toutes les horloges dans la
chambre de Deputes et les Deputes ont
travaille jusqu'au point du jour quand
le budget etait passe.
Pour se rendre compte de la confiance
que les Francais ont en lui, il f aut savoir
quelque chose de sa vie.
Gaston Doumerge est ne a Augues-
Vives en Gard, il y a soixante-dix ans.
II a commence sa carriere comme avocat
plaidant. Plus tard il etait magistrat
en Cochin-Chime et en Algerie et il
etait elu a la Chambre de Deputes.
D'autres positions qu'il a tenues sont le
Ministre des Colonies, le Vice-President
de la Chambre, le Ministre de Com-
merce, le Ministre d'Education et
En 1913 il a forme un cabinet et il
s'est mis en charge des affaires
etrangeres, mais lui et son cabinet
etaient forces de resigner l'annee pro-
chaine. Au commencement de la Grande
Guerre il etait Ministre des Colonies et
en 1917 on l'a envoye en Russe pour
examiner les conditions. Quand il est
retourne il est devenu senateur de
nouveau et alors, le President du senat.
En 1924 quand le President Alexandre
Millerand etait force de resigner, "Gas-
tounet," le petit homme, qui ne s'etait
jamais lie a un scandale politique, un
celibataire, et, apres beaucoup d'annees
en politiques, encore un homme pauvre,
est devenu le President de la Republique.
Et maintenatt, le Premier Doumerge
veut empecher un autre vacarme et
effacer de memoire le scandale de
Stavisky par une periode de gouverne-
ment honnete. II sait que la crise ne
finira jusqu'a ce que cette infamie soit
exposee et expliquee.
Dans presque toutes les grandes
crises de l'histoire, il se presente un chef
qui guide sa patrie dans ses difficultes.
Les Francais croient qu'ils ont trouve
leur sauveur, Gaston Doumerge.
Laura Lamborghini '34
(Adapted from Virgil's "Aeneid")
By day sitting on silent haunches,
Hears, with feather-covered ears,
All the gossip of each town;
Terrifying whole cities
By her awe-inspiring presence.
By night, flying o'er peaceful nations,
She spreads gossip with her prating mouths.
Ever watching with a million eyes;
And in her wake leaves horrified people,
Gasping at both truth and lies —
Harry Burns '34
Fundamentally, Roman elections were
much the same as ours, although they
were conducted differently.
The Romans transacted many po-
litical matters and elected their of-
ficials in two assemblies of the peo-
ple called the "comitia tributa" and
the "comitia centuriata." In the former,
the people voted in tribes, which cor-
respond roughly to the city wards of
modern times. This assembly elected
the less important magistrates. In the
latter, the people were divided into cen-
turies or military divisions. Here the
consuls, censors, praetors, and other
more important officials were elected.
Although our ballots and indirect
method of voting are of more recent
origin, political parties, campaign
speeches, bribery, intimidation of vot-
ers, and ether methods of controlling
the elections' existed as extensively then
as they do today. Even posters announc-
ing the candidates have been found.
Often these posters bore fierce little
warnings' such as: "May the person who
defaces this get sick." Many induce-
ments were probably used to influence
the vote, but the importance of cam-
paign cigars had not been discovered
in Roman times. Charles Cooper '35
Continued from page 19
bit eloquent, but after all, it's only the
nature of the beast.)
Kenneth Gray, in collaboration with
David Rushton, chose the one on the
right because, as he said, "It must be
right." Anyhow, he got left.
Feeling the effects of Brigida's lem-
onade, we stop in to see Dr. Carlo Gui-
doboni. Making ourselves comfortable
in the spacious waiting room and tired
of re-reading the usual old magazines,
we turned on the radio, a "Young Super
D-X Television Receiver."
The first thing to greet our ears was
the melodious voice of Paul Warnsman,
the nation's leading crooner, then that
of Irene LaRocque, accompanied by
Dorothy Holmes, pianist in Volta's or-
The selection over, Louise Rose, the
announcer, takes the microphone and
tells us what we are going to hear next.
We fool her, however, by turning to an-
other station and are nearly put to sleep
by the bedtime stories of Mary Riley.
Laura Lamborghini, Carlo's private
secretary, shakes us out of our doze to
say that Carlo isn't in.
We thank her for the use of the of-
fice and leave, only to find the booths
closed and the crowds gone home.
Well, don't you think we've traveled
around and seen enough for one day?
GIRLS' BASKETBALL TEAM
Left to right (first row) : Alba Martinelli, Theresa (Gow) Govi, Helen Brewer,
Lucy Mayo, Janet Clark, Edna Nickerson; (second row): Daisy Hall, Alice Hall,
Ruth Gardner, Elizabeth Vaughn, Katharine Lahey, Evelyn Schreiber, Margaret
Donovan, Thelma Ferioli, Alma, Guidetti; (third row) : Ruth Valler, Aurora Regini,
Nellie Pierce, Jean Whiting, Gertrude Simmons, Mrs. Garvin, coach; Elsie Monti,
Marion Morey, Catherine Christie, Jennie Mazilli, Augusta Cappella
Title: The Strange Death of Sniffen
Snoop or The Inquisitive Inter-
Dramatis Personn^e: Sniffen Snoop,
cad. The Editor.
Scene: Anywhere in good old P. H. S.
ACT I. Scene I.
Curtain rises revealing diligent edi-
tor working (as usual). A small, wiz-
ened, villainous-looking gentleman (?)
enters. You guessed it, dear reader. It
is Sniffen Snoop.
Sniffen Snoop: most high and au-
gust editor, what is that mound by
your elbow? -
Editor: A pile of magazines which
have been received from outside
schools. What business is it of yours ?
Snif: None at all, Ed.
Ed: I thought so, Snif.
Snif: What are you reading?
Ed: The Sunny Days from Athens,
Greece. I find it most interesting for
a small publication.
Snif: In what' part of Massachusetts
Ed: Don't display your ignorance.
Snif: The Wampatuck from Brain-
tree has excellent poetry.
Ed: I didn't know you could read.
Snif: Are you trying to be funny, Ed?
Snif: Try harder.
Ed: Thank you, Snif.
Snif: Ah, here is the Orange Leaf, a
most complete magazine. Its column
on "School News" is commendable.
Ed: To be sure, Snif, to be sure. (Joe
Snif: The Norwood Arguenot cer-
tainly has plenty of photographs, Ed.
I think the idea is clever and attrac-
Ed: I noticed that too, Snif.
Snif: Here we have the Flood Tide
all the way from the frigid town of
Petersburg, Alaska !
Ed: Plymouth is not so hot in the
winter, either !
Snif: I didn't know you had a maga-
zine from Plymouth, England.
Ed: I see you have improved in your
Snif: The Mercury cover design is
Ed: Are you still here?
Snif: The cartoons in the Attleboro
Blue Owl are a distinguishing fea-
Ed: Why can't you keep quiet?
Snif: What has the West Bridgewater
Climber to say about The Pilgrim?
Ed: (reading) The Pilgrim is our
idea of a school magazine — good
stories, excellent foreign language
department, clever witticisms. The
'song album' was a clever idea."
Snif: Any other comments, Ed?
Ed: Listen to this one from the Hop-
dale Blue Flame — "The cover of
your magazine is attractively de-
signed. The snap-shots add a per-
sonal touch, especially the snap-shots
of the Seniors with the individual
Snif: I am listening, Ed.
Ed: From the Academy Graduate,
Newburgh, N. Y.— "The Pilgrim's
Yearbook from Plymouth, Massa-
chusetts, is of a very commendable
nature. The literary work is finely
written, the sport section interesting,
the foreign language instructive and
amusing, and Yearbook, on the whole,
is excellent. Congratulations !"
Sw'f: Here is the comment of the
Rockland Parrot — The Pilgrim of
Plymouth, Massachusetts, is a beau-
tiful red and silver magazine artis-
tistically designed. This magazine
has an able staff to produce such ex-
cellent work. I enioyed the account
of Miss Nancy's "boy friend Fran-
cais" very much ; this was written en-
tirely in French. The literary de-
partment is excellent; The Pilgrim
has a bountiful supply of interesting
Ed: How is this from the Weymouth
Reflector? — "The cover and general
make-up of the magazine were very
attractive, and the Foreign Language
department was quite interesting.
Other good features of interest were :
The Past, Present, and Future; Lit-
erature, and the Alumni Notes."
Snif: The Stoneham Authentic says,
"We enjoyed The Pilgrim greatly.
It is a most complete and well writ-
ten publication. Let's hear from you
Ed: Well, it has been a pleasure meet-
you, Sniffer, but, if you must go . . .
Snif: Why are you sitting on those
two excellent magazines, the Wal-
ham Mirror and the Middleboro Sac-
Ed: Because I can't write in a low
Snif: What are you writing?
Ed: I am addressing copies of the
Pilgrim to the Abington Abhis, the
Rockland Parrot, the Duxbury Par-
tridge, and millions of others. Woe is
me, Sniff en, woe is me!
Snif: Tell me, Ed, do you like spinach?
(Editor draws revolver and shoots
Sniff en Snoop.)
Ed: Peace at last!
Exit dragging body of Snoop.
Leroy Schreiber '34
William Pearson '35
THE POWER AND THE GLORY
Continued from page 33
ered with blood and muck. He thought
only of the glory of war, the heat of the
fray, the thrill of battle!
Finally Johann commenced to fre-
quent the tavern in order to be with his
young friends who were soon to go to
the front. Often, as he made merry
with them, older, wiser men would pull
him aside, congratulate the boy, and tell
him how lucky he was. And usuallv Jo-
hann would brush them aside impati-
ently. "Old fools," he thought, "old
cowards ! What do they know about
Now rich men's sons were also draft-
ed, but they never went to war, because
money was theirs. Wealthy fathers
paid Jews to travel and seek substitutes
for these faint-hearted sons of wealth.
It so happened that many of these
dealers in human lives spent much of
their time in Roppveiler's coffee-house.
They were shrewd, crafty, little men
with glinting eyes and a persuading
manner, always on the alert for such
young men as Johann. Inevitably one of
them encountered him, and struck up
an acquaintance. They talked, and nat-
urally the subject was war. They drank
together, and, as they drank, the Jew
relentlessly drummed one/ thought into
Johann's befuddled mind.
"Meiner Sohn," wheedled the crafty
fellow, "a fine strong man such as your-
self should win honors in the war. Why
do you stay at home tied to an apron
In extenuation, Johann explained.
"Ah, meiner Sohn, you can do little
for your mother now. In wartime
buildings are not erected. Instead they
are demolished. Do this for your moth-
er. Here is gold enough to keep your
family comfortable, and when you have
gone, there will be one less mouth to
feed. Just go in place of Adolph Ec-
kert. He is a whining coward. You are
not. That I can tell by looking at you."
And the Jew leaned forward confidenti-
ally, "From information I received, I
know the war will soon be over. A few
more months and you will be home
again, and much money to the good."
The Jew spread the gold upon the
table, and to Johann it seemed more
than the pittance it was. About four
hundred francs or eighty dollars, to his
blurred vision it was a shining, yellow
The Jew explained further, "This
rich boy fears for his life. For all his
money he has as much ambition as a
stuffed gander." And then with a change
of tactics, "But it seems to me that you
would be as much use to our army as
the fifth wheel of a wagon. ACH!
ACH! Lieber knabe, I thought only to
He made as if to leave, with a gesture
of derision, and at that Johann sprang
"One minute," he cried with vehe-
mence, "I will go and my mother will
Thus he signed away the only sup-
port of his widowed mother and her five
He swaggered into the house and
seemed surprised to find Frau Wolff far
from delighted. "Oh, Johann ! Johann !"
she could only say, for how could she
tell him that perhaps his duty was not
to fight for kingdoms, but to stay at
home and struggle for the existence of
his family. How could she explain to
this proud chap that money meant
nothing to her compared to the loss of
her noble son, her sole support and
hope, — the living memory of his father.
For answer Johann said simply,
"Mother, I couldn't rest and rust!"
With the next morning came a new
realization and repentance for a while,
but also in the morning the bugles
called, the drums rolled, and Johann
marched away with a cheery "AUF
WIEDERSEHEN" on his lips, and
there was a prayer in the heart of
Frau Wolff that the "AUF WIEDER-
SEHEN" might be on earth.
As the dreary days lengthened into
the even drearier weeks, the family
lived in dismal monotony. Each day an
agonizing period was to be endured
when the villagers assembled in the
square to hear the list of the dead read
by the Burgomeister.
"Joseph Meyer! Fritz Schaeffer!
Adolph Foerder!" he would read in a
resonant voice that was destined to
pierce the heart of some mother there.
Then the war crept close to the vil-
lage, and the people left their homes to
hide in the; hills, where all night long
they watched the cannons flash over the
city not far away. They watched their
homes being pillaged by the enemy,
while for food they ate nuts and ber-
ries found in the woods, augumented by
hastily-packed provisions. For drink
they milked the roving cows and goats.
At last it was safe for the people to
return to the village and repair their
homes as best they could, and life re-
sumed its tiresome routine.
Finally a letter was received from Jo-
hann. He was now a member of the
carefully-selected bodyguard of Em-
press Eugenie's son, and he wore a
magnificent uniform! How proud his
mother should be, — but perhaps Frau
Wolff knew then that she could never
understand war as her son saw it. It
would always be glorious and fine for
him, even knowing that his end might
be a mangled body in a lonely grave.
"Yes, he would go on," she surmised,
"go on never-fearing, go on never fal-
tering, unmindful of the deep, dark hor-
rors beneath the surface. There was
within him the blood of six fighting an-
cestors, ancestors who had fought al-
ways, no matter what the conflict. He
would adhere to the family tradition
with his head held high and his face
turned toward the fray, a proud mem-
ber of the royal bodvguard of HIS MA-
JESTY ! THE PRINCE,— SON OF EM-
PRESS EUGENIE MARIE."
Mary E. Bodell '37
THE TRYSTING PLACE
Continued from page 28
Montanari. The prologue was given by
Jeannette Martin. The make-up was
done by Mr. Charles Armstrong of the
"Workshop Players." Miss Margaret
Kenefick most kindly served as coach
and she served us well, although she
showed some misgivings over the as-
tounding and sometimes thoroughly
crazy behaviour of the "mis" — actors
and actresses. (Twas their tempera-
Just to serve as an example, Mrs.
Briggs plaintively complained to our
already worn-out coach (after a trying
— indeed a very trying rehearsal) that
she couldn't act in such a romantic
manner as was necessary. Explanations
were in order, and it was discovered
that she and Mr. Ingolsby 'weren't
speaking," having had a terrific argu-
ment the day previous. Frequently
Jessie found herself (quite out of char-
acter) laughing at Rupert's silly faces
and sillier remarks in the dramatic
climax of a love scene. It also seemed
as if that worthy gentleman was always
tired, for he spent most of his "off"
time reclining precariously, if not
gracefully, on the long, hard seats in
Room I. Often when his presence was
needed to rehearse a scene, it was
necessary to comb the rows of seats in
the Assembly Hall for him. Lost — one
"Sampy" Now that it's all over, I
realize that we could have solved the
problem by using a dog-collar and
There were "painful" moments for
poor Lancelot when he was forced to
practice his disappearing act, and he
always came up protesting righteously
that he was full of aches and cramps.
Since he would "go romantic" on a
beautiful widow much against his
mother's wishes, then he should have
expected retribution in some form —
and no sympathy whatever.
The young widow, herself, had one
miserable week, remaining at home
from rehearsals on the coldest nights
because of neuralgia in her face. Yes,
this happened the week before the play.
Perhaps you have observed that in ev-
ery senior play this year some member
of the cast was ill during the critical
last week of rehearsal. Well, it was
not dull "behind the scenes."
Typical shots :
1. "Sampy" doing a "Jekyll-Hyde"
act: in a falsetto voice playing Rupert
and then in the next breath filling in
with a deep bass for the Mysterious
Voice — whose part he knew by heart.
2. A "giggle epidemic": Miss Kene-
fick visibly holding her temper until the
alternate tittering and loud guffaws had
At this time we wish to tell you that
Bill MacPhail accepted, like the troop-
er that he is. the last-minute assign-
ment of the "Mysterious Voice" — and
he made a good job of it.
As a final pleasing touch, the femin-
ine members of the cast were presented
with bouquets of sweet peas, bestowed
upon them by their classmates. Miss
Kenefick received a mixed bouquet from
The audience received the perform-
ance with enthusiasm, every Senior
who was connected with the play, en-
joyed the experience, and the class
treasury profitted handsomely from
TREBOR THE GREAT
Continued from page 25
Souls which the Duke of MacPhailoma
(Billeeeee, to you) will establish in the
very heart of darkest Africa in 1981
after he successfully escapes the ven-
geance of the jealous Queen Annie of
Hanelvania. This war in itself will not
be extremely detrimental to the future
welfare of the work since only two mil-
lion nine hundred sixty-two thousand
six hundred forty-four legionnaires will
be shattered by Jostephani's force ray
before a coincidental ( ?) shower of
meteors will destroy the sultan and his
confederate ally, the dictator of the
Xorth Mongolian Siamese Empire and
our own little shiek, Hitler H. B. C.
"And now. as an experiment in physi-
ognomy. I am very happy to present a
strange creature that it was my unfort-
unate good fortune to encounter upon
that primitive orb. Earth. To the
Earthlings he needs no introduction,
but the rest of the universe has been
little concerned with his activitiest since
they have been confined primarily to
but a few million inhabitants of the
Earth. I am very much pleased to pre-
sent none other than our own dear
friend whose integrity and veracity are
beyond reproach, His Lordship Baron
Von Snoop! — "
"Und now I'm here but how can I
prove that I vas? Woe is me! Noth-
ing ever happens. It seems that a
Plymouth lad had high hopes of be-
coming a famous fortune teller by the
name of Abu Hastra. and after ten easy
lessons he became so proficient that he
began travelling in Europe. Everything
was fine until he made the mistake of
advising a wealthy client to beware of
a dark man with a mustache. Now he's
pushing up daisies. You know — they
thought he was referring to their
Speaking of Mickey Mouse brings up
the question of why he has attained so
much popularity in the last few years.
After glorifying rats in gangster pic-
tures it seems easy to understand why
Hollywood makes such a fuss over him.
We hear that "Rango" Burns is pre-
paring to make Hollywood's Tarzans
look like a couple of toe dancers on
roller skates. At least SOME-
BODY admires his primitive ten-
dencies. Uh-uh, I haven's met her.
A. C.'s new Buick, we are told, has
Lindo rides around only a couple of
nights a week, so he says.
Spring has had an early effect on
several undergraduates. It even affects
the lofty seniors, and Bill's tennis game
Gilly was extremely interested in
somebody's cousin a short time ago.
Heartcrusher Howard objects to
somebody's employment in a local es-
tablishment because she often has to
work overtime, and, since his bedtime is
at nine o'clock and the walk home oc-
cupies about thirty-five minutes, his
dominating propensity toward ro-
mance is severely cramped.
Our songbird sings in the choir.
Attention, girls ! "Pancho'' and "Doc"
would make ideal husbands. Both can
cook and sew amazingly well.
Though "Doc," "Bill," "Pancho,"
Dean, "Spike, and a couple of would-
be tennis stars can't take it, "rope"
affects "Daybreak" but little, and he
smokes like a volcano.
Hear that Pete's doing all right for
Congratulations and svmpathv to
After Boston I am decidedly in favor
of an absolute monarchy. Der Baron
makes the laws, pleeeeze.
Whoever told A. M. he could drive?
Wonder why somebody's dad on
Spooner Street likes dis Baron so-o-o
Why do local lads walk north and
northern lads walk south? How about
it "Bradv." "Jackie," "Cal?"
What is to be the fate of "Hitler V
Better journey to Duxbury more
"lis sad to relate, but the Reed Com-
munity Building is a long way from
home in the wee hours of the morning.
Wo-o-ooe is me !
Why do so many enjoy C?) dancing
Wednesdays at school?
Why is a car so important in one's
Flags in room fifteen are still ar-
G. A. carries on a huge amount of
P. W.'s pipes are doing all right by
him an he's building up quite a fem-
inine "fan" following. Nice going.
Hope Mr. Smilev doesn't accidentally
project some of his more diminutive
pupils (or perhaps students is better
for our prospective Sophs, but NEVER
scholars) on the screen with his new
Trask. the tremendous tall timber
terror, tries tennis tentatively though
thinks 'tis too tedious too trv tenacious-
Incredible as it sounds, we hear that
Buddy Martin — "
"Sorry to interrupt, folks, but the
Baron's atomic structure has crumbled
completely ! Hm ! Strange as it may
seem. I duplicated it precisely from the
available energv. but a large, black
rodent is all that has materialized.
Ooops ! Nope, ifs white. Although the
Baron was a rat at heart, he's now
pink and white and as harmless as a
"Well, so long and eood luck! Time
is precious and I'm off on my vacation,
twentv thousand vears in ... P. H. S.
Why? Who?? *Uh-uh. You could
never guess ! Au revoir.''
Treeor Soiaj Nitraai "34
Terribly rough, "said the stranger on board
the ocean liner.
"Well/' said the farmer, "it wouldn't be near
so rough -J .:.-. :at:e;r_ -trio trly ;^; ir. tre
Tr.e lights :r_ the '.-:- he i failed
Can I find you a strap?' a tall youth asked
a lai;r a: his slue
She smiled sweetly: "Thank you, but I hai e
•Good." he replied, "maybe you'll let go of
my tie now."'
* * i-
He thought if hirrs-elf as a :--:—-— — He
sent a dozen of his jokes to a newspaper. Ore
day a letter arrived with the address of the
paper in the corner. Confidently, but with
excitement running through htm he opened it.
The letter said:
Dear Sir: Your jokes received- Some e
have seen before; some we have re: s-eer 7e:
* * *
Siph reutir.ir.e Z itrit lire era: leu-::..
Soph. Masculine: "What's the matter
Soph. Feminine : He's one of those per si 1:3
who always turns around and stares after you."
Soph. Masculine: "Is he? How do you
t* a *
HE'D STICK TO IT
"Johnnie," asked his mother, "what is all that
noise on the back porch?"
"Mother, there's a thousand cats out there.
fighting." said Johnnie, after a surrej.
•Johnnie, you shouldn't exaggerate so. Now
how many are there?"
"There's five hundred, anyway
Are vou r_:e :
"Well, there's fifr
"Johnnie, did you count them?"
"Well, there's our cat and Thompsons', and
I won't come down another cat."
% * #
SO THAT'S IT!
"Pa." said son. "what becomes of a call-
player when his eyes begin to fail?"
Trey make him an umpire," said Pa.
WHEN FATHER WAS FISH
"Dad. if I saved you a dollar, would you give
me half of it?"
Yes Son. I would."
" T "ell. pay me. You told rrte if 1 passed
mathematics, you'd give me a dollar, and I
flunked it. "
THE BALD FACT
First Business Man: "Have any of your
childish hopes been realize::
Second Business Man: "One. Wren my
mother combed my hair, I used to wish I
didnt have an;
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